O GOD OF THE END OF THE WORLD
I am afraid to take you seriously; tell me you’re only kidding,
Show me how to be a greater fool than I already am
B y making me laugh at death without forgetting my mortality.

O GODDESS OF BEAUTY IS BETTER THAN TRUTH
I am embarrassed by my need to be right all the time.
Send me your most gorgeous dropdead image, the Mother of All Visions,
The vision that outgrows and destroys all other visions including itself,
So I can see through myself when I am lying.

O WRATHFUL DEITIES OF DOOMSAYING EVANGELICALS & DOGMATIC LITTLE BIGOTS, I am bored to tears with my intolerances.
Grant me the enchantment to be entertained by the hidden pixie agendas
Behind all dreary, dismal grey-faced warnings so I can stop
Taking myself more seriously than the life I am actually living.

O DEMIGOD OF POETIC TERRORISM,
I am utterly and royally confused.
Make me go crazy in the name of Creation, not Destruction,
So I may freely sabotage the literalist virus immobilizing my imagination
And learn to incite riots in the minds asleep to your splendor and glory.

O GODS & GODDESSES OF EVERYBODY’S HOLY GUARDIAN ANGEL,
I am fucked up beyond all recognition.
Trick me into not knowing whether I am really a good person or really a bad person. Give me the wisdom to never believe my own PR and what other people think of me, No matter how much money they pay me.
Deepen my gratitude for being a nobody in an UnWorld
Of wannabe somebodies and hungry ghosts, so I can be touched in the head
By your benevolence and tell your truths
Without wanting the credit.