Stop me if you've heard this one before
Bring the face of God into something and
- If it doesn't collapse into a zero point starburst,
Ignition to nova in simultaneous motion -
It'll burn away all the flotsam in the vacuum
All the wreckage of dead bodies in the black sea
So Saul made a life with dampened charges
And the signals couldn't get
Anywhere, which is where they needed to go.
Murky heavens, clouded asteroid belts
Acquiring and relocating
Wavelengths from himself back to him.
Then the brightness, the horsefall, the blindness
There's a danger in allowing a thing
To hold the charge it has
Without meddling or stifling
Or soaking up what might be deemed the excess
In the moment immediately following
The precise moment of ignition
Saul found himself bereft
Of wayward particles
Of the bits of matter deflecting
And redirecting
Wavelengths from himself to him
After, he wrote:
All things are lawful unto me,
But
All things are not expedient
And
All things are lawful for me
But
I will not be brought under the power of any.
Post flotsam, post mortem
And so here was his truth
Taught from himself back to him.
In the permittivity of free space
In the starlit clarity of the vacuum
A soul can sublimate stochasticity into a signal
To hold the charge it has
Without meddling or stifling
Or soaking up what might be deemed the excess
In the moment immediately following
The precise moment of ignition
Saul found himself bereft
Of wayward particles
Of the bits of matter deflecting
And redirecting
Wavelengths from himself to him
After, he wrote:
All things are lawful unto me,
But
All things are not expedient
And
All things are lawful for me
But
I will not be brought under the power of any.
Post flotsam, post mortem
And so here was his truth
Taught from himself back to him.
In the permittivity of free space
In the starlit clarity of the vacuum
A soul can sublimate stochasticity into a signal
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