here we are
hurtling through space
trying to exact
the speed of light
extract where time is
lost in all relevance
light becomes a norm
beyond visionary firmament
and insightful light
eternal creation
here we are
at this maternal station
spacemen connected to light beings
spinning through this sacred place
existing in this human vortex
basically a reference to earthly life
black strife and colourful space things
reflecting where time dictates
painting everything with strokes of divinity
time divinely invoking sign language
silent poems evoking fruiting vines
violent seconds into mindful minutes
one strident breath following
hallowed perfect time
alternative creation
beyond spirit and revelation
those regulated stars and galaxies
each place where relevance is born
somewhere between dark and light
a holy twilight place
neither left nor right
perhaps worn and torn
existing between worlds
still some dimensional space
resistance between each spatial fold
relevance into plain existence
where time counts down
soundly each dilemma
accounting days into weeks
reciting prayers into months
so here we are prostrate
resembling vibrating light creatures
spanning assembled universe
expanding into delightful cognizance
though grim commands God's dreams at times
still we somehow got here
or so it seems
beyond beloved relevance
simply truth and nature's evidence
apart from intelligent soulful creation
this is a soothful place
so soul must be
illumined with transcendence
this human light journey
revolving around a doomsday sun
such contrite providence
through spritely time and fitful space
still there is some peace and joy
a measured predilection
treasured sanctity somehow
sanctified with a beating drum
did you ever see or hear
lowing from a holy cow
hymns sung to sacred white buffalo
still somehow
we invite godly wisdom
just like that
creation displaying universalism
so what if God doesn't universally care
so what about this waking controversy
we are truly only here
traveling through fixed time
sometimes we feel forsaken
hurtling through delegated space together
forever hoping we cross the River Styx alongside God
accepting our dissection of sect and ineffectual faith
respectfully praying that effectual God comes and stays
accepts sectarian introspection and our sinful human ways
 

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