Poems ✍️

All they who seek satellites with parallel orbit
shall never realize their latitude.... en maxum;
to conquer that which be so deemed timeless
warrants mindwork that knows no restriction.

Space is an obtuse field that bears no network;
direction, sequence and pattern.......sophistric;
divisions of many gods speak forth in tongues-
with temperment yet temperance.....bete noire.

What be these satellites in reference here, and-
can they be traversed, explored.........possesed?
Could science be our mortal definition in time?
Its possible, as all things be..... if God says, Yes.



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