pushing our luck

god is a human,
he's all we can imagine.
enlightened first by
european hats,
material things around him.
rooted to Holland.
before the moons of Titan,
met satellite towers,
were we happy?
is a question.
did we ruin the simple life
if curiosity sways along with us,
telling time,
ticking; spinning,
simplifying ignorance.
god has material things.
what can we make that will,
above just moving on,
live on
and work.
living and working
and swinging
and ticking
and talking.
there is a heartbreak
in real things
because they always change.
but to always know
that we will die.
that is so sad.
its why Jupiter fails
to be the second sun.
finding clarity in the longest gap
in the moon's orbit of Saturn.
does it exist if we don't know it?
the reason why the woods grow thick,
and why i lose myself in people's heads.
if i held the button in my hands,
i wouldn't push it.