Music, strung between the world and mind
vibrates. We’re thus bound
by space and movement
along a string of glittering moment.
Is this where to find the word for god?
If there is a need
for a god to be,
then song can reflect necessity.
Caught between the mind and feeble tongue,
little can be done
that moves as it should.
In song made flesh, we could find a god.
Will it pass the god that was before?
What can we adore
beyond the icon
of plump or hungry man or woman?
© 2017, JB Mulligan
