my heart laments for Albert,
at what he must have felt
when his visions
of a unified field
were split like atoms in a
hurricane
of blood greed,
along with whatever sense of
sanctity
he was left with
gone up in a mushrooming inferno
that very closely resembled
the fires
of a purely mythological catholic hell.
it is quite possible
that this planet of "ours" would
no longer exist
had he not returned to his office,
and while the tears were still drying on
his cheeks,
destroyed every scrap of
brilliance
that could possibly betray
the true whereabouts
of our elusive god.
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'elusive god'....yes very elusive...like the shadow image of a child's fist projected on a stone wall seconds after clicking off the flashlight
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mmm..what a graceful way with imagery..i do love that, and will likely think of it for some time today.
..merci msieu..
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