Imposing order like grammar
so each word must have relation to the last word
nothing is floating freely
seeing chaos as cosmos
connecting dots between the stars
creating constellations in the dark
binding man and woman together in pairs
bursting into supernovas
the night hides her eyes
from the leer of the sun
so that even the clouds slide across the sky
in blind patterns
as secret shapes
never to be seen in the night
the stars aren’t above you
if you’re looking down on the science
that could be God
as much as it could be mixed chemical emotions
subsiding to the other
becoming something greater than they were
by mingling with foreign bodies
or maybe God’s just playing with you
have you ever read your Hindu? or Voodoo?
God can be very playful
and who are you to call the divine, science?
These sciences deceive me
my one to your two is three
only in theory
in practice I get zero
so do you, but
do you care?
Scars on your arm mean nothing
when you don’t know where you got them.