Can’t be more than existence or less than being within so many storms norms of so many worlds Where the sense of all are fields elliptically conserved like nothing gluons and glueballs form instants inducted seeming Life’s literal moments questions of every possible course and wonders why justice is reserved with sin and thermodynamic sentries A sense of the Savior sharing the mud and blood of space-time for the why of it perfection of forever without need for dreaming.
