The melody of quanta on the levels
where energy is matter
blisters away the notion
that glassy eyes can shatter

The dancing bits of nothing
collapse into themselves
until a billion billon stars
are as books upon God’s shelves

The footfall of the angels
becomes yesterday in flux
The finger tapping tawdry truth
slides into a dirty bed untucked

The sheets awash in sweet sweet
sweat upon a pointed nose
I’d ask, I promise but you know
nobody really knows

Faith’s a form of beauty
and beauty is what’s real
so ask the almighty something
what does it mean that we all feel

The dancing bits of anything
building into light
until a billion trillion moments
turn each life into delight