i cannot remember living
a day that poured too slow
through the unwindow

when god made me
did it require effort or
are ten billion-million souls
the product of no effort

i can remember white powdered
nightskies when your eyes eclipsed
over like two lunar events

when a god has made me for living
her life wraps up in a couple of lines

i can’t remember small cells
like a god of daylight cares
or thinks tirelessly of what
can soon become manifest

maybe god just waves
his big, old hand and does it