Scientific Theology
casts incandescent light
roaring soundlessly
like a little lost feather
spinning its charms
colouring superstrings
balancing
absent-minded principals
testing
playing with mathematical myths
in search of god
in astral science
it is man's perilous folly
to make sense of chaos
and god's wickedness
that gives man
potato salad
and death!
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