Gangsters

A Gang of
Lab-Coated
Gurus,
the Sort that
Arm Themselves with
Electron Microscopes and
Build Raceways for
Particles of Light,

Astonished Themselves
Awake
to the Reality that
If They
Poked a Particle
“Here,”
Another Particle
“There,”
at an Infinite Distance,
Felt the Poke
and Giggled.

And
“Time” and “Space”
Disappeared
Into
Oneness.

Another Gang of
Starry-Eyed Contemplatives
Deduced that
there Is No Force that
Binds Oneness that
Compares with
Love.

How Better to
Imagine
Divinity
than That?

What could Possibly
Be
More True than
This:

It’s All Divine.