OF THE WORLD
Who has hollowed out the turtle at the Great Divide,
who has left this grand void in the Heavens? To
walk myself now through Olduvai Gorge, I stumble
upon man's earliest Man - yes, from back when
before there even was a God. Yet how can that be?
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I am confident of all things, and I can explain this too.
Come, sit, have coffee with me : see these yellowed
teeth I wear? They are stained from the coffee and red
wines from too many night's delights, and I simply
keep moving from there. This God thing, is but a
word, and before there were words it just was not
there. The effort, perhaps, like a theater with brand
new lights, was pulsing to bring in the crowd. But
until there was language, I'm afraid no one came.
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You can fight my inherent bias, I guess; counter my
arguments with grand cosmic schemes - of when the
sky had voices and when the lights were flaming in
those heavens we'd mentioned . But that was then, and -
yes, OK, - this is now. We lost all that spark years back.
Now, now there's nothing but quiet where there used
to be noise. Even a God has given up on us, while
here we go about to destroy all things :
of the world and its sainted strings.
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