Can’t be more than existence
or less than being
within so many storms
norms of so many worlds
Where the sense of all
are fields elliptically conserved
like nothing gluons and glueballs
form instants inducted seeming
Life’s literal moments
questions of every possible course
and wonders why justice is reserved
with sin and thermodynamic sentries
A sense of the Savior
sharing the mud and blood of space-time
for the why of it
perfection of forever without need for dreaming.
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