Darwin can't explain the missing link,
and science, did not invent the goal
of faith in how we think-
but Newton keeps us
sane to find the whole
gravity and reason for our role-
science beyond ours does exist,
in un-deciphered hieroglyphs
and alchemy's of metals
malleable like petals
crashed in Roswell, gone
to Area 51.
like Dedalus, who prayed too good
through Dublin's streets
of saints and sinners,
while whores exchanged their treats
for cash, from winners and beginners-
i walked towards the priesthood,
but woke up wet with wood.
i realised, Carlisle was right in saying:
no lie can live forever-
that the Gods we make together
don't care or intervene
in human fate and actions-
so Spinoza's God is seen,
in the orderly reactions
of the universe-
creating life, and waiting hearse-
but metaphors of doubt persist
on the road to armageddon,
for if physics shapes all of this-
what shapes these cloths of heaven?
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. INSIDE OUT. 21st January, 2009. All Rights Reserved.