Blind Faith
So much depends on the image
Without it we are entities, celestials
We come together to form one, unified, solidified
When it happens, we move again, forward
Made of various particles that digest one another
Not until full, but until death to one
Amoeba-like in that aspect, yet
Advanced, both in metaphysics and astrology
Much like Grendyl, face contorted
Distorted views, obey all rules
Never break off and start rotations
Dire of consequences, red planets, align, realign
“When’s my Time”, “When Lord?”
Maker of the scientist who disputes existence
One who claims Big Bang, with no faith
Not all of us believe it, we love the thought of You
The thought of You….the thought
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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