deus does not exist. but if he does, he lives in the sky above me, in
The fattest largest cloud up there. he is whiter than white and cleaner than
Clean. he wants to reach me. deus does not exist. but if he does i always
Notice him. getting ready in his airy room. he is picking his gloves so
Gently off. he wants to touch me. i’m walking humbly down a tiny street.
Pulling my collar it gets bigger. i once met him. it really surprised me.
He put me in a bath tub. made me squeeky clean. really clean. to create
A universe you must taste the forbidden fruit. he said hi. i said hi. i was
Still clean. deus does not exist. but if he does he’d want to get down from
That cloud. first marzipan fingers than marble hands. more silent than sil-
Ence and slower than slow. diving towards me. my collar is huge room for
Two hands, they start at the chest and move slowly down. i thought i had seen
Everything. he wasn’t white and fluffy. he just had sideburns. he just had
Sideburns. and a quiff. he said hi. i said hi. i was still clean. i was
Squeeky clean. i was surprised. just as you would be. deus deus. he does
Not exist. deus deus.
