And found out
what went wrong
after we followed to the beggining
stars no more than gasses
imploding once again from the
infinite to the infinite
it was all more perfect
than we could ever
relax into

We thought this was
about answers,
justice and
cash for all

Freedom is much more
painful/cleansing
Darkness burned out slowly

God is a chemist

What did we
suspend of ourselves
unto the mirror we
thought was us

Only to float
through a sustained dream
...then wading
deep into primeval
backwaters

Past cosmic origins
waiting

God likes motion that's why
he made the planets spin

classical narratives
written in stone


Never scoff at mythology
it's all we're made of