Nature is Random. Beauty is Not.

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1.
When an occurrence describes as random
Conspirators
(pious) lick their lips
And dribble saliva, “see it’s raining!”
Abusing the evidence of their creation
As empirical confirmation, but their doctrine
Is a lie, a perfect lie.
Reasoning that random occurrence is truth.
2.
He is exuberant while dancing through the universe.
Kicking pebbles and throwing pollen
As a follow through of leg jerks
And thrashing arm spasms.

I am an insect. A worker ant.
To me the pebbles are an obstruction.
So when his dance tip-toes fanfare dirt
Some in my caste scream in response to his laughter.
Some pray to his toes, “I am so little. I pray I don’t die.”

The smartest enjoy his departure,
For when the messiah returns
All shall perish.

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