Skins strung beat across these ribs-
vibrate-kettles of the carbon kitchen
respirating, often nothing else-
strings or chaos,

as theory experts scratch at it;
two legs, three brains
and belly logic overgorged-
that is human form

and logos experts tell us
God inhabits human form,
informs the very molecules

though all is known already:
even God breathes out it seems,
pretends confusion

Daniel Gustav Anderson