Poems ✍️

The Supper Of The Lamb

Dimensions, Reach, and the number of Stars
incubating on the far-side of each-

moving like waves on the crest of Bering,
moving like white-caps on Caspian's Sea,

because water is lighter than fire,
because someone created this system-

of brief existence in the scheme of forever,
that continues to boggle the jaded minds

of believers as much as it once delivered
a chilling laugh up the subluxed spines-

of they who scoffed at prophesies signs
long before the Lamb broke bread and served wine



FjR-MMXVII