I recognize a god in myself, a powerful blood-curdling spirit

I cross the constellations, impowering the impulse and I know

In two dimensions or maybe more

I see many of myself or maybe none

Three of you or maybe six

I will confess but where?

I'm made of dust of those who fall in front of me

I'm falling in space, along and around

A hundred million suns behind me

But it is dark as if there is none

In the black light of the universe you do not cast a shadow

In the black light of the universe I do not see you

In two dimensions or maybe more

I see many of myself or maybe none

Three of you or maybe six

I will confess but where?

I'm made of dust of those who fall in front of me, I will fall into dust