I recognize a god in myself, a powerful blood-curdling spirit
I cross the constellations, impowering the impulse and I know
In two dimensions or maybe more
I see many of myself or maybe none
Three of you or maybe six
I will confess but where?
I'm made of dust of those who fall in front of me
I'm falling in space, along and around
A hundred million suns behind me
But it is dark as if there is none
In the black light of the universe you do not cast a shadow
In the black light of the universe I do not see you
In two dimensions or maybe more
I see many of myself or maybe none
Three of you or maybe six
I will confess but where?
I'm made of dust of those who fall in front of me, I will fall into dust
