The 86 Of Sceince... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Arrogance...the varicose egos;
time and space is nothing more
than synchronized Death;
so, I wonder...wonder, wonder I do -
'bout satellites, space and Kings of Three
in One.... for this be our time of Trinity

to imbibe from the chalice
of faith and atonement,
dis-veiling our opaque minds,
breaking away from atoms and comets,
qualified garner
as virtue... atonement -
to The Face on the clock
whose Hands once suffered
crucified wounds,
now Stigmata.

And, in the end,
despite black holes and pagans
suddenly silence be heard,
A L O U D...,
throughout time and space
as clocks are stilled,
except for 'The Face'
of Lifes Final Clock,
with strong, loving hands
divinely outstretched at nine and three.

And with one final movement
paralysis will strike,
time freezes space;
science is dead....,
there'll be no wake or stone,
nobody cares.







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