God Exists

I have been living, for the life I've lived; I have been writing.
Within each, tiny, fractured moment there is the semblance of surreptitiousness.
With a maddened mind, I have deified all things that have come to pass;
It has made of me, at once, both a stoic and a man in love.

This fabric called love;
I make a rope of it;
I wring my hands and I
mope from it,
and when at last it seems
that it just might end-
I put my neck through the noose
and fall right down again.
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God Exists;
God needs must exist
because
Life is Good
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The world is meant for thee-
O, man-
who may walk upon most
restful ground
and freely pick those fruits
which grow
four seasons of the year
(except in Rimbaud's Hell)
with never a fear nor worry
that one must caulk the bulwarks, or,
otherwise will drown.
Neptune hid his many secrets
deep below horizon's surface,
and Chronos
made way for matter to
fill that dark blanket sky
with stars for thee
to look upon.
Stay here and rest with passive motion;
as you lift your feet,
the world doth turn
and as you sit; the apple
falls for your contemplation.
Those who war will one day
be apocryphal, and
in your final moments of
a most exact and beauteous
quietude; then,
shall your spirit soar.