The sun chases around empty space
leaving its past behind in perpetual recurrence
near emptiness with virtual particles and cosmic rays
crenellated dimensions; six extra small ones they’ve said
one star in a metaphor of warped space
time a fully extended direction processing space force fields
Stars burning hydrogen in the darkness
abyssal night of non-being
attuned to the transformation of ideas
stars move like unit cartridges in a river flow
packaged to burn with nowhere to go
Like past season’s tent pitched
aslope of soggy moss over a log
the water is unfrozen and leaves undead amidst early snow
thoughts of God we believe set everywhere similes of pre-formed patterns
determinism of constructed universes strung together
As the Lamb of God was slaughtered from the first moment intelligence became lost
recovering the beginning of time with a Word for Himself and for others
we’ve asked pardon for misunderstanding
everything subject to analysis and reasoned theories
that seems beautiful topographically and for-itself
stars in greater movements in a space-book of pages turned.
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