Undecided by the science
Accepted only for Mary
Jumping warp gates, they eliminate
All those that are unworthy.
Writing instrumental pathways
To the stars and way beyond
Enola Gay brings the judgement fray
She leaves the women riding on.
Hidden beneath a body of many
A phalanx of tortured souls in a cage
The preacher man makes speeches to no one
As his back is burned by the fire from a mage.
Four lines, two rhymes
A stanza so simple is super constrained
Taking hundreds of infinities concentrated in a pile
Forming together a tapestry of the mundane.
If you look at the clouds, you just might see it
You know it's there deep inside
A phylogenic memory buried in your brain
A glimpse of heaven as seen from the skies.
Providence reaps your body
As death reaps your soul
Satan takes his part of your fruit
But it's a minor toll.
For godspace, you'll overdrive;
For godspace, you'll rape the seas;
For godspace, you'll find the far left infinity
Of a crystalline zion sky.
The orgasmic pleasure derived from this existential fantasmo poem was so intense that I passed out. Figuratively, you speak literally, metaphorically spinning an epic culmination of a lifetime's observation of our troubled times.