When atheists hide as shaman,
When priests are all but lies,
Would you look a mother
In a face that dies?
Would you conclude 'no thought -
She isn't one of us' ?
Would you move a mountain
(pulverized to dust)?
Particle displacement,
Is it time of yore?
Earth is not a juke box,
To be tilted always to gore;
This was Earthly Paradise,
Yet Still You Do Not See;
You think every particle
Must belong to ye,
But molten Earth and gravity,
Are the Time I Choose.
Think Deeply and Think Quickly
Or Every Time We Lose.
If Earth is Always Finite,
Then dear, So Are We,
Stop looking toward the past;
It is the Dust of Ye.
So Move into the Present:
Which Future is Your Gift?
An Untimely Heresy,
Or Another Quantum Lift?
Choose Now In the Present
Who You Will Always Be,
or Alchemical Flux -
It Means Naught To Me.
If God has crafted Soul
Are You Dark or Are You Light?
What does it matter
If all are dead
tonight?
