Parallel Words

In the beginning was the word
And the word was with God
Nothing exists
Or is knowable or uterable

Man, with refined geometry, creates God
Out of his frailty
And his nothingness
Then shapes him with words
Mortal demiurge
Of the holy labyrinth of causes and efects

That’s what a parallel world’s like
Everything looks the same, but I feel like it is not
Like all has come apart
Stone by stone, word by word
And wrongly rebuilt up

Just like me, I sank back deeper
Into the parallel words I had heard
I found myself in the middle of the untold carrying
The load of a sense of doubt

The riddle I was
Racking my brain over
Confused me more
Than a sentence written by God

No time no space
Nor a deity who
Conceived the silence before the initial dawn
Of time, that will be eternal
I got that each spoken
Word implies the entire universe

That’s what a parallel world’s like
Everything looks the same, but I feel like it is not
Like all has come apart
Stone by stone, word by word
And wrongly rebuilt up

Just like me, I sank back deeper
Into the parallel words I had heard
I found myself in the middle of the untold carrying
The load of a sense of doubt

Carrying the load of a sense of doubt
Carrying the load of a sense of doubt