Spiritual Detergent

If U.G. didn't exist
we would have to invent him.
We do anyway.
A figment
of our
Joyous Dread.
We're always happy
to be with U.G.
because he takes it all away—
wipes our slate clean.
After U.G.,
there's nothing left to anguish over;
No Anguisher left either.
"I will pull the chair,
the carpet,
the very ground you are
standing on."
Not much left after
U.G.
finishes us.
"I am become death."
That's why we flee
in Joy to him
each time
to receive the Great Gift
of self-release.
When we're not,
it's so easy
to just be.