My
Gestalt has everything just so
figures
of dreams
conversations
of creation
white
supremists struggling
blacks
with machine guns killing for Congo
drums
from every continent
incessantly
beating a rhythm of life
Arranged
valleys and hills on the becrusted world
aged
beyond the molten stage
phenomenal
fields of quarks strung along
ideas
of existential analysis
Moons
awaiting drone probes
and
4-D print-out cities
My
Gestalt has infinite parts
though
the whole is greater than their sum
God
with one Universal field-mind
One
with three persons
and
17 trillion billion zero-dimensional points
some
place where angels dance and sing
selects those He would save.
selects those He would save.
