Don't Try This in Dean Kahl's Class

          

 
Why’d you create the universe, God?
 
(We’re already “in story mode,” yes?
fashioning a fiction, don’t matter if
prompted by LSD or a dream or waking
life at 8:00 a.m. inside  cinder block and
under fluorescence.)
 
“So I can know my self,”
 
 says God.
 
I Am that I Am &  weary of my
tautologic so I’m breaking IT down,
putting my SELF in contra- diction:
on the one hand & then on the other
hand so as to see what emerges.
 
You got a problem with that?

I’m keeping a  journal & you’re
 in it. Pay some efficient attention
here: you might could help me out,
make some common sense.

(In manners of speaking and always
for the sake of argument: “God,” a
figment of  imagination— manifest
embodiment of  logic & analogy just
getting  along so as to represent
because represent I  must and
represent I  do: how  else  talk
amongst my selves & come to
know who I AM?
 
(Uncomfortably close to fundamentals
here: radix, radicals, roots: deep grammar
& ecologic.  Nobody loves a reductionist.)
 
Here’s my latest effort, says  “God.”
My characters haven’t fully revealed
 themselves to me, damnit...
 
Once upon a time after time and for
the time being Allen Affect ,beautifully
illogical & naturally  irrational, and
Irene Intellect, marvelously logical &
exquisitely  rational, collide at the
Cross Roads (Y) and generate an ever
lasting tink, tank, tunk & hullabaloo
over who’s to  blame? who’s boss? who’s
in control? your every day domestic
violence.
 
Round and round  I go & don’t know how
to escape this double binding royal pain in
the ass and thorn in the side.   
 
What do you think? Tell me a tie-breaker. 
Beyond illogic and logic on the one hand; 
beyond irrationality & rationality on the
other and  don't be doing injustice to either –

Otherwise, it’s the sound of one hand clapping
and you know what THAT  sounds like.
 
So: help me,

God (name of)