You see the world as it should be
Warm, abuzz, emerging, pure and bright
Before you there was nothing in your place
A miracle of science and nature
Two forces ruling, untouched
Copulating, to make love
And repopulate from above
Such molten generation abides no forgery
No need for crouching, ashamed and guilty on some musty pew
Dancing at the altar of a father figure forgotten and refracting infinitely
Whispering some latinate bargain
Before you there were billions, as after there will be
The truth is cruel and entropic
It lifts me and fills me with what you offer
Every new day
Your breathing burning vulnerable perfection
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