Eyes. A clump of
cells that can see the world.
How did you do it, God? How did you make man? Man
who is art. Man who is so well made, well thought.
Want to know what is more
wild? My mind knows I can see. I mean, what is a mind? Seems to be a whole
world in a skull. A world that two know: You--God--and me.
God, how did you
think of me? Why did you choose to make me, me?
I like paint and songs that my
friends don’t. I like poems and green things. I like the time of day when it’s
gold out.
Why did you choose these things? I am made like you. You said so.
But
if that is true… Well, when I think of you, I think of songs. Songs that play
soft sounds that scream your name. So does that mean there is a song? A song
that goes with just my name? What song is it, God?
I think I can hear it. It
sounds like the songs I like. I love how you sing, God. So while you sing songs
to me, I will too. I will sing back to you. We can call it life. I will sing
and see life with my eyes.
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