My Name Poem by noel maddock

My name, after much deliberation
And some backroom wrangling
Is god

Slap
In the face
Creation
Happens like that
I experiencing
You experiencing
We experiencing
God says
Can’t touch it
Can’t see it
Can’t hear it
Can’t taste it
Can’t smell it
Can’t think about it

You cannot

Behaviour is observed
It’s past
Experience is not observed
Is
No difference really
This is me – no
This is me – no
Thisisme –no
Don’t find me
Don’t find experiencing
Space is always present

Me and my memory
Me and my concepts
What is that?
Mayhem