God had no play in the universe,
we are mere accidents of stardust,
the death of a self is shown such things.
Minds capable someday of seeing
beyond a beginning, a bang, an apocalypse.
Listen to the heavy spheres rotate,
the axis spindle constant, the theory
space an airless nothingness
dark, dark my light, and darker my desire
our flash of lifetime as dear to God as the star from which we came from
as rudimentary as the vacuums out there Read More