At the institute for divine research
we smeared live brain cells
on microscope slides
to see what consciousness looks like.
Under intense meditative stress
we stared into space
wondering if god
needs a therapist
because
he’s an introvert
and traumatized
from being ad infinitum
everlasting. No wonder
god’s favorite time of year is
halloween. Obviously we don’t know
what consciousness is as it pertains to our
abstract sense of costume. But god knows.
And for that he can never show his face.
