FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

you  knelt before that
god
it is your hands that
travel
from the peak of
the mountain
to the foot of the
hill
both sun and moon
hairs as stars
you close your eyes
and worship this
god

i regroup all my senses
and call all the roses for reasons
sham god
and you're a fool
hormone engineered.