Pequeño plancks, then particles and quarks,
Some molecules on top, then skin and bones
And juice, immense connections, neural sparks
Inside, neurosis, knowledge and unknowns -
It's bad, inform the Elohim. Perhaps,
Says God, from this cadastre something can
Be salvaged. Where? they ask. To where? The gaps
Through which we navigate our also-ran
Confession aren't so certain. Let's convey
Him one quintessence at a time; the thread
Will soon decay, and he'll pull through, the way
They always do. And me? God hints. Don't spread
Yourself too thin, the angels say. At best,
He's five by five: the beta-test progressed.
2 comments:
Struggled with the last line. At one point, the rhyme was "beta-test," but that's a DA-da-da or DA-DA-da sound, and wouldn't do, even though I loved the sci-fi tone. Went with "coalesced" and that didn't work either, so now it's in its current form. We'll see if this one lasts too.
Excepting the sacrilegious, this is superb. You simply mean god. Fascinating and too well written, cleverly conceived. Reminiscent of your crown. Impressive and delightful. La, but the exception aside, I quite enjoyed it.
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