Conjunction
Can you feel the tidal forces moving to conjuntion?
Can you feel the function of the special spacial action?
Forces, stars and beings high.
Moving forwards in the sky.
Lining up in apex fore.
My destiny they have in store.
I can see the inner workings of the world around us.
Clockwork cosmos ticking like a ticker tape surrounds us.
Wheels and spirals spinning atoms tiny orbits tiny clouds.
Tiny motions of devotion forming in our minds and mouths.
Can you see it, pointing pointless?
like a finger from on high.
Like a god without a temple.
Like a shepard with no pie.
Like a sheep without a shepard.
Like an arrow with no bow.
Like a force of nature calling
from the lava depths below.
Grace of power and of sentience.
Grant me life and feigned repentence.
Grant me hope then make me hopeless.
Make me God then make me popeless.
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