Epistle to Alduz

Epistle to Alduz         L. Edgar Otto   21 October, 2013

When the Intelligent Designer of whom we could not speak His name said
"Let there be gluons", the Chosen in their towers of babble wrote Him out of the Play

One minor species or tribe arose by chance from all the elements and exoplanets in
the image of Universal Law to which the people labored in exile from the imagined Gardens

Beholding the great supercollider of the sky, the source of mass was made manifest for
in the dark matter on the face of the deep so his creatures felt its telescope

That time repelled his amplification condensing into gravity as in the heavens so on Earth
that the creature could evolve fore-ordained who endures or is born again, the word

Spoken and written without the soul of vowels a mystery offending the left hand that
the road to Heaven was paved with infant's skulls to hell's bottomless potential wells

The sum of paths the same at every branch or around the canopy in totality
Enter Pythagoras or his likes all at once at a distance to begin alphabets and history

"Did I bid you keep separate your church and state, a lesser broken place your helpmate
Temptress of uncertainty first and last man, my eighth day work no rest begun?"

"O Lord, He whose center is singularity and circumference a hypersphere beyond
the stars and God dust string motes everywhere, did I not pray, ask you your design?"

God then looked at his handiwork tried of testing rainbows, tired of ends in fire then
Said to these mortal creatures he knew not ready, personally, " It is disgusting."

Adam kept a level head in flatland and gazed elsewhere shutting up to measure
the plots of mud left by the Nile, the cubits of pyramids and New Jerusalem

"You see in my perfection I  born without umbilical in your image and purposes conserved
In symmetry, a creative lesser god, where before the world was, I Am, we will be".

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