‘People watching’ is less fun than before;
Animals seem far less a raging bore.
People, filled with much less of God than they assume,
Their lofty images of themselves lead them to presume
That somehow they are entitled to their arrogance
In this gigantic universe that our Creator gave substance.
Were we made in His image? Hers?
How do you know?
Were the animals just parts of nothingness then?
How can it be so?
ALL of this CREATED by years of evolution, dear,
God’s part to start the breath of life, free and clear
Further than it seems, yet always close enough for the moment, mine
Therefore, each thing that breathes that life has beauty,
Not just you, with your hope of being a graven image of the divine.
Omniscient though? I also hope to be, and the truth, see.
Yet I am aware of one thing
That each being
Perhaps unseeing
Hears a ring
Of a distant bell
That may foretell
Of grove and well
Woodland dell
& A secret spell
That conjures a watery trance
Two stars with the same glance
A full moonlight dance
An unforgettable romance
Avoidance and rants
a forsaken chance
that given intention,
not merely sways decision,
but operates for ultimate precision
of purpose and vision,
and truth the mission
it rests upon intervention
of the intuition
which can not be caged,
Lest it become enraged
Passions unassuaged
Sentiments outraged
Brick walls engaged
Motivations regauged
New bets waged
The game restaged.
And now, we are back to nine
The number, divine
The moment, mine
The only prime
Needed for the time
Is the stars that shine
On my body arched and supine
And thoughts clandestine
Of a superior bloodline
Penetrate my mind
Offer omniscience
Of the loftiest kind
As I escape into subconscious.
