The Unholy Questions of an Iconoclast
A poem about those scientific revelations and the upheavals of ancient truths
Gods break men
and men shatter the ideas of gods.
Here, in these broken lands
we wear the rags of time, water percolating
billions of spirits awry.
And with fire, we transform
the living and the dead
quantum seas lying in our heads.
And I wonder,
how did you sleep