Anti-Apotheosis

Waiting on the coordinates of my new mission I vacillate between choice and decision Clinging to hope, but also self-derision I can hear the sub-atomic particle collision Standing at the wishing well and pulling out a quarter As the days seem to get shorter and shorter Looking at the heavens and the cosmic order I see there is no invisible border That separates mankind from creation Not exactly a revelation, but a realization Boundaries don't exist for the truly patient Even in this social stratification So I choose to pray for that which I can not see and invoke the words of Jeremiah 33:3 I want to pierce the fog of this great mystery But I don't need technology, psychology, or biology Just aim me towards the narrow road and consecrate the alpha-numeric code I seek to inhabit a spiritual abode where my soul is expanded as my mind explodes