Let’s start with something simple:

in mammals the ratio between bladder size
and urethra is such that it takes
all of them the same time to piss. Take
for example the fact that Fibonnacci
numbers show up everywhere. How can you
look at this at all of this all of
these facts and tell me to my face there
is no God? And yet there isn’t
you murmer quietly into my ear over
and over like a low tide sounding
its lonely waves on an abandoned beach.
The ocean that birthed us holds us
still. We are tied, you and I, together
in her arms. The moon, caring father,
looks down from a dispassionate sky.