Through all the years
Through all the eons
This, a cycle that repeats itself,
loves itself, creates itself.
What are you playing at, god?
Are you waiting for something?
When atoms smash together,
do they become the Simple Source?
In all that emblazoned passion,
do they blow their heads off
and get extremely close to You?
Do You enjoy the illusion so much?
I don’t want to play that game anymore.
I’m lucky you’re ecstatic about that, too.