Became

That first non-rhythmical matter, Floated on the new dust of light, To whet the eleventh spark clatter, Such that its dividend split tight; A web, a sea of ringed atmosphere, Then a cob of meteoric compression, Hurling towards a black collapse here, To dent the shock supernovas intervention; With planets duetting their sweeps in silence, The night is not black and suffers a blow, Identified deductively but with great nuance, The waves glinting the bounce and the flow. God became a man, human to the core, Not an apple, lamp, priest or Ferrari, Even though Genesis incepts with lore, Given god as a construct, apple’s Atari; Christianity grabs god indeed as a man, Possibly to concede that a human coasts, Crucially opening herbs and aromatics fan, To the differential and to the weaker posts.   Life without a momentum blackadders, Would not summate to conviviality, Rejuvenation oscillations sprite the adders, Ionotrophic energy comes up from banality. Rhoda Monihan