Angels

I found atheism in the angels

Deciphering the coded Christian Biblical tautology

To fund redundant representation in the form of feather-winged

Human-like scions voided of gonads and pudenda

The rudimentary ego to see god from the sky

Knowing not planetary rotation, spherical environmental reality,

But to associate a deity with the flawed notion of up

Marley sang, “Most people think great God will come from the sky.”

Take away everything the authors knew

To claim angels flew down from heaven

As if there was a cumulonimbus seating area

The simplicity in such an easily debunked fantasy

Prevented any metaphorical slipped knot from asphyxiation

The loop hole truncated sincerity into laughter

Seeded in the absolutism of avian hands

Praying bidding announcing non-sexual spontaneous reproduction

The obsession of it all staring above

Ignoring the principles of relativity

To see what is everywhere, all at once

Relinquishing the prerequisite paradigm of human-based

Form, language, or interface

The frail jealousies of fairness, justice, retribution

Conceptual infinities in sets diagramming mathematics

Of sets and larger sets impossibilities to fathom

In the questions, “What is reality?  What is time?  What is now?”

The crutch of judgment and definitive sentencing

The awesomeness of a single moment, love on a quantum scale

Transcending into that space in between the quarks

The notion of forces, the means of connection

Why one is drawn, attracted, compelled, repelled

The alleviation of I am only this self

Angels become as gray-ghost comic-sketch imagined-substitutes