When we exhale we breath out carbon dioxide
When He exhales He breathes out all the elements
His tongue like the heart of a star
When we open our eyes we take in a narrow band of light
When He opens his eyes they were already open
Seeing everything ever before or after – even dark things
When we think we follow only one frustrated line of thought and desire
When he thinks his ideas become fully real
Before the ink is dry on the page
When we love, it promptly grows weary, cold and twisted
When He loves, the universe expands in all directions
New stars by the minute engulf our crooked ways in warmth
