The Cycle 7: Providence
Endless machinations of celestial inclination
stretch, deform and incline.
The children’s imaginations ignore Domination.
Of only absence; it’s betrayal He finds.
Worship was briefly offered up high,
and it pleased their luminous Giant.
But then they turned to machines and to philosopher’s dreams;
deserving heavenly defiance.
Celestial guilt for plans set in motion;
eons ago before twins fully formed:
boils away with the first twin’s new ocean,
nothing but death on the surface left scorned
Copyright © Nathan Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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