Nathan Coppedge Poems
God In The Box
The only problem is, we don't know.
Everything else can be determined.
Good things in life = good god.
Bad things = bad god.
It might not be the real god.
Then we can blame the god in the box.
Its a philosophy game to play god in the box
the unseen cause that movens the spheres
the secret answer that no living man knows
if a man has ears let him hear:
its music that issues from god-in-the-box.
Its a dilittante's game to play god in the box
he shows you some colors that move you to paint
a canvas. Brilliant they say, and all you respond
I grew beyond the reaches of the floors
Beyond the bounds themselves bound
by their binded doors
I knew beyond the reaches of this house
lay one painted with a mingling paint
fastened against this new-found