God, if you think of it,
may be no more than a comma
in a long, convoluted statement
of the meaning of everything.
Or not the meaning, but the thing itself,
from which meaning
can neither be detached nor derived.
The comma separates
the principal from the subordinate clause,
that which was from that which will be.
It is the Sabbath of the sentence,
the pause between birth and breath.



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