the world has moved on

there is no god
of the morning -
death takes over

in neon bumper rush hour,
suffering our freedom
because there is no god

no direction but illusory forward
as infinite point is fixed:
where death takes over

meaning, gerund of mean,
or basic, rudimentary, meanness lives
where there is no god

willing to let go of our hands,
because, once out of the nest,
death takes over

the alarm clock confirms
morning after morning:
there is no god -
death has taken over