How To Cut A Light In A Sentient Universe

What if the dawn never happens until your eyes open?
And everyone disappears when you fall asleep?
What would God say if He ever found out
you thought this way? How many priests
would it take to turn such sinful thoughts around?
Say you’re at the drag strip, on the starting line,
and the other car is faster according to history
but you think you found something new,
either added horsepower alone or traction
like no one’s ever seen before. You fear
you can’t cut the light, trained to lose
to everything that’s already happened,
even if it’s mostly dream and propaganda.
Friends tremble right in public. They can’t
do it either, and can’t hardly hope
someone they know is going to try.
You lived right. All has been intended.
The guy in the other lane is only there
because you opened your eyes today
to meet him on the quarter mile.
Doubt is a flock of black birds.
You summon a naked sky.
Just don’t let God know
we know (eating apples still)
death does not exist,
despite all the stories.
And I'll create a new universe
at the micro-first flash of green.