Gods Are Weak
Melvin Gibbs, Arto Lindsay, Andres Levin
A rising hand
Reaches for, towards
A word when read
You hand up
Held, pushing air
You get
Closer by a degree
Closer to my decree
All formlessness
As gods are weak
You part for me
Greet yourself there
Each step takes
Sides, pairs there
You get
Closer by a degree
Closer to my decree
All formlessness