[a god admits its physics]

I know nothing of this —
But if I, imbecile that I am,
half-stooped and toothed-few,
make with my hands a hurried
curled wand, know: I make
not the cloud-gray ominous, nor
scuttle the sea, nor wield
the rod about which your
fat earth turns. These I leave
to the maths and not
the mathematicians that would
seek to unwind the law.

Image: Roman Mager on Unsplash

4 Thoughts

  1. I had a visceral reaction to this one, feeling it in both my heart and my gut. There’s something really transcendent about your writing and I don’t ever want you to stop.

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