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You Give Us the First Miracle, We'll Explain the Rest | Poetry

The Color of Creation: Photography by KJH Cardinalis





Tell me it's a hologram in eight dimensions,

and that light and gravity share kisses

across vast black seas flecked with fusion-fire.


Tell me it's countable and knowable,

that mysteries are like wide-eyed schoolgirls

just begging to be undressed and penetrated,

that imagination is illusory,

that mind is naught.


Tell me that your cutting and splicing and

crashing and smashing are for humankind's

higher good, that your cutting and splicing

and crashing and smashing will teach

the mysteries who's boss, and that by doing so

we will become free and mighty and, finally, hard.


Tell me. But I won't believe you,

not even for a second.


Blinded by your science,

blinded by your overwhelming arrogance,

your grinding skepticism,

your acidic doubt,

you in fact seek to rule the Cosmos.

There is no lesser goal in mind.





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Photography: The Color of Creation by KJH Cardinalis