Fashionable physics frightens Father’s dreaming child.
Not answers alone, their questions vex to nightmare.
Eternity narrowly escaped too recently, too-familiar
Spectres as pitiless as the sun materialize….
From imperceptible dimensions to infinite
Multiverses with wholly other logistics and laws—
Harboring what rough beasts, what desert birds
With what indignant natures, what insidious intents?—
Too reminiscent of dusty draconic doxologies
Inevitable realms inaccessible to sense
And measurement where Primeval Movers haunt.
Priests in alabaster temples scribe their esoteric math
Heirs of authority chant “believe” and “behave” and “beyond”
Dismiss the fear, dear child. Summon the harshest insults
One can conjure… Call them eunuchs. Call them “Christians”
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