In the instinct, fight-or-flight or flow: the goddess.
In the reflex, pupil, knee, Moro: the goddess.

Don’t sweat the math behind this.
Just make sure you know the goddess.

Skull garland, tongue out, blood-brimmed beggar’s bowl:
Bad men better pray there’s no such goddess.

Hurry, please, come rescue your cubs,
O sabretoothed doe-eyed goddess.

The church fathers figured it out:
Shatter the shrine, borrow the goddess.

Made a new war, did you, boys?
I dare you to show the goddess.

Cast her in bronze, rhymes, or ragas,
But never imprison in prose the goddess.

Be careful, she runs hot and cold,
Lava flow and ice floe one goddess.

Fireflies and forest fires, fallout
And incense halo the goddess.

In all we make—love, poems, time: the goddess.
In all we feel—silk, Braille, sorrow: the goddess.

All I love, write, am: it’s
What I owe the goddess.