The Strangeness of Being
Most people put their faith
in primal things
Spiritual cave dwellers,
living on the dark fringes of life
Afraid of stepping into a brighter tomorrow,
baffled by that distant light in the sky
Their understanding of the solar circle of time
is so ant finite,
they be dumb beasts feeding
on the wild grains of ignorance
When the talking apes
see futuristic passengers
walking in their midst
They ponder with puzzlement
the prophetic footprint message
left in the temporal sands of antiquity
A simple coda of omnipotent portent:
LIVE HOLY!
A celestial exhortation ...
this universal, replicating seed
imaging WORD and WORD
Father ROOT and Son BRANCH,
rising from the dirt,
was planted in the primordial garden of Paradise
In the dawn lush beginning
of a sunset fallow earth
Divine angelic harp intonation
of heavenly vocal vibrations
pluck the heartstrings of man
But the music of the cosmic spheres,
the devolving mammon mind of crouching monkeys
will never hear nor understand
The eternal star tribe of the Blessed,
amplified pulsar souls living holy
Elevated spirits they be,
perfectly quantum loving and giving
Caring supernova creatures dying godly
To the creeping mammals scurrying in darkness,
this is such a strangeness of being —
A heightened sensory existence alien to them ...
scared attenuated souls retreating
into their dark caverns of vanity
As the inevitable flank advancement
of the Perceptual Warriors increase
Bearing in their breastplates of righteousness,
this Urim and Thummim golden knowledge —
The weakness of love is the strength of infinity
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