God is a bed we rest on in the All
pure as angels, with saintly blue eyes that answer the greetings of the stars;
god is a pillow we rest the head on, god is a support for our feet;
god is a power supply and a virginal darkness;
god is the pure soul of the unseen and the rotten body of the unthought;
god is the stillwater of eternity;
god is the fertile seed of the void and the handful of ashes from the burnt out worlds;
god is the myriads of insects and the ecstasy of the roses;
god is an empty swing between the void and the All;
god is a prison for all free souls;
god is a harp for the hand of the strongest wrath;
god is what longing can cause to descend to the Earth.