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‘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.