When time began it’s infinite span the beginning was the sound of a fist punching a hole in the so called universe from this mighty hand everything came to be It scattered universes, stars and dust all the detritus that floats even today outward from the blast of God All that has and will be all possibility all radiance all beauty life . the purity was dazzling until slowly but surely we were tested all forms of life and even the most pure failed somehow . Except the Lion and the Lamb We failed them. . Feign PS: oh, and Casper the Holy Ghost
Late Night Poets 