Verbosity is an Onionskin

God shakes his golden curls and laughs and says

he doesn’t believe in you either

there’s no proof that you exist

you are too paradoxical and

insubstantial as rhetoric

meaningless as words

a house of cards

you fall at a touch

an onion,coreless

peel away to the center there is nothing

no one

you are made of air

perhaps in truth

you were never there