Twinkle, twinkle
In the eye
Revelation of a child’s sigh
Everywhere and all around
Nowhere, nothing, never was
This being of infection
Diseased nation of minds
Infecting and polluting
It is as much to kill as die
The beyond, always something lies
Beyond, and that is the reach
And nothing, they say
Has cured everything
If no one dies and no one thinks
It must be gone, it must be gone
But everywhere the dead and the dying
This being, non-complacent
To met out life, but death—
Child, what is God?
In your eyes and in your smile
A touch, held without duress,
Sweet child, that is all
The God I’ll ever need.
