God. The deepest, most intimately
obscure parts of me, of everyone,
that penetrate into this conscious world,

peeks in, as though
through slitted paper,
between and throughout
the mediating delays of
apperception and experience.


Love. The becoming-God.
As gods ourselves, we incline
to unify while retaining our
plurality, our independence.
It is impossible, but this
is what we do,

liberating ourselves
by adding restrictions.

We know ourselves by
auto-perception, relying on
the eyes, ears, tongues,
bodies

of neighbors, parents,
lovers, friends, children,
teachers, colleagues,
others.

We feel ourselves, show
love for ourselves, by auto-
stimulation, the fingers,
lips, tongue, arms, words,
praises, skin, embraces,
collisions,

of those whose
perceptions we prefer.
It is automatic

even to where it is identical
to loving them.

Otherwise, there'd
be no purpose
in it.

Fear. The denial, rejection
of these things

because some-
times, they only
bring

pain.