To dip into your liquids
and feel the ages pass
to hear what is, taste what was,
is god.
To rise within your moisture
and urge the rivers on
to eat the stars, smell them gone,
is god.
To plunge into your wetness
and push the oceans sway
to wildly splash at night, sink by day,
is god.
To heave from inner channels
and call the red swans home
to suck the drops, lick their foam,
is god.