And joy flowed from disobedience
New acts evolved to common sense.
Sinful, perhaps, but devoid of pretense.
Yet still some longing for a past thence
Holy clowns juggling logic in defense
Of frightened meat shrinking the immense
To singularities -- infinite condense
Down to simplicity meant to dispense
More than fragrant smoke from incense,
A certainty, a hand, a word that will commence
Erasing the chaos in existence.
By god relieved of any punitive expense,
Save for Peter's pence,
The divine given presence
Stand guilty hence
For the world the makers fence.