(A year after the first sonic boom)

Alpha, 
Son of Eve, Isis, Gaia

At the table of a powerful publisher in Westchester,
beyond the spires of Gotham,
The honored guest
ruefully identifies the
  swirling cognitive layer of existence, 
He,
  a banished paleontologist - Franciscan
In full frock, pining for Paris

To his left 
The beautiful Hollywood starlet 
  in a risqué negligée 
A marmoset  on her shoulder 

To his right a sycophantic dowager clerk 
  frumpy brown frock
She dutifully transcribes the aphorisms 
  flowing forward 
Like St. Paul clanging his symbols

On Good Friday, two days before he died, he alludes to his tome
“What the World is looking for from the Church of God at this Moment“
Unable to reconcile 
     the God of Revelation 
     with 
     the God of Evolution 
The monkey jumps from the actress’s shoulder
Scampers up the banyan tree 
  that has slowly reached for the heavens, babels tower
For decades before this final meal,
The Feast of the Exultation 
  la croix sacrée
     l'élan de sa foi
The branches intersect, just so
Bathed in the
tangential energy forming a metaphysical being,

A point. A destination 
Omega

August 18, 2023