The God I worship
is impersonal.
He is The God
of cosmic strings.

The harmony
of their vibration
always dissonant..
an empty stare
that doesn’t even
care enough
to blink.

And aren’t you and I
merely extensions
of His music?
Melodies that we
can never fully hear?

He doesn’t play them
for our entertainment,
nay.. He plays our lives.
To Him, we’re merely
thoughts within
a dream.