He speaks the language of God

He speaks the language of God
If I may venture to mention him 
in front of the worshipped
I would say he produces electromagnetic waves
out of a portal connecting dimensions
He has me circling around his index finger
He knows I’m creating a tornado
becoming a tornado
He says that’s okay, that’s about being
more than mortal;
He said he is soaked with the galactic lights coming out of explosion
I am exploding
He is watching me becoming formless,
void
He knows he is leading me to nothingness
He says that’s okay, that’s about being
more than existence;
I beg pardon my Lord, I have been worshipping him in private
He said he would have me satiated; I only need to walk the path
that leads to him
I’m almost there, bloody feet, soaked hair, hyperventilating,
ears ringing
"this way,
this way,
sweetheart."

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