Unapproved Conjecture

And God saw the light
and it was so-so.

He tried to reshape it
but each time he touched the photons
butterflies burst forth.

When each of God’s breaths
passed into the beams
a new language took shape.

The radiation in the light
burned God’s hands.

As he tried to reshape the beam
carbon based life sprang into existence
when the photons carried sloughed skin
to planetary surfaces on the solar wind.

Eventually God turned light off
to work on the source
in the dark void where he was accustomed
to getting things done
with a lack of complication.

God grew frustrated with the unfixable source.
He squeezed it between both hands.

A great explosion took place
generating hundreds of billions of smaller lights
that being scared of their creator
ran away from God in every direction.

And God saw those hundreds of billions of lights
and thought them good.

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Sunday

Paul deduced that Time
was not something God created.

As far as he could discern
all of God’s creations

stopped for a while to rest
and recover

but time never missed a beat
even when he missed

one of time’s beats
if not three or four in a row.

His heart which beat without stopping
did speed up and slow down

but time only sped up or slowed down
in the scope of his human perception.

Paul thought about the sun
and its fission and fusion

of atomic particles
and how it created elements

only up to iron
before going nova the first time.

But that going nova proved
a beginning and end of the star

no matter how seemingly countless the days
from ignition to boom.

I suggested Time was created
by Missus God

but received an ungracious grunt
and dark look for my effort.

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Red Hart

Inside the Lord’s pocket
lives a red hart
with velveteen antlers.

It roams the silky green expanse
the pocket’s narrow valley
provides.

It lovingly knows
this threaded ground it treads
and the ancient seams.

The red hart senses
a larger world outside the pocket.
A multicolored universe

with an inverted world
where all is displayed to the sky
and hills were smoothed by receded ice.

The Lord though
requires this red hart
held close to the vest

to power its face and tongue
to expand its songs
that burst stars upon the void.

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Encapsulated

It began that way.
Alone and thinking.
Before there was color.

Imagine a sculpture by Auguste Rodin.
The weight of the chin in hand
down through the elbow pressing the thigh.

Imagine nothingness as a container.
An explosive idea.
A single thing with properties.

There was no thought of cities.
No thought of birds.
More Jackson Pollock than Paul Cézanne.

Understand the duality of sexes did not exist yet.
Imagine the restless desire to speak with someone.
A blinding flash then waiting eons.

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Long Ago

I was devastated
the day I learned
Dora did not create
the universe.

I remained unclear
who did
so I gave the inventor
the rubber stamp God.

As it turned out, Dora
created our little patch
of the galaxy
doing touch up

for a great master,
like those painters
who specialized in rabbits
did for Rubens.

She burst my bubble
when I asked if she
created the earth
for us humans

and she told me
she never dreamed
such monstrosities
could evolve

from the micro flora
and fauna
she placed in the
seas and oceans.


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