In Spite Of God

we come spinning out of nothingness 
scattering stars 
hoping that somewhere over the horizon
lies an incredible lightness 
a lightness of being without being 
where everything falls away
dissolves, disintegrates into subatomic particles 
where the soul is dispersed, dissolved, regenerated
reintegrated into the next realm
praying that we'll float, drift, diminish 
into new dimensions
where sight and sound and touch 
are replaced with a comprehension of matter 
beyond human understanding