In Honor of the God; called Inspiration

A rictus smile, frozen in a barren sky.
An abstract personification for nonexistence.
All feel the touch; squeezing and tearing,
Till thought pours out like water from a tap.
Somehow, in this most miraculous of all human events, they order themselves.
And he is honored.
And she is honored.
And we/ they/ it/ all–
Are honored.
Could it be that this is us,
That love/ hate/ pain/ fear/ everything! –
Is us?
Us and more, forever and always, until the end?