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Madeup Of God
by Scott Cadence
We spent all night mindstrung
plucking apples from her fathers valley
suspended like chromosomes
made-up of God -
Many thoughts were born
Under Sleeping Satellites
And like God
I feel those eyes on me
Through me
To bring forth truth
I dont need evidence to understand
Or maps to plot the distance
With our hands against the sky
Fingers pinpoint the starlight
Im held up within
A perfect and imperfect brilliance
that leaves no questions
to be asked.
10/01/2003 Posted on 10/01/2003
Copyright © 2025 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/10/03 at 08:13 PM Divine and spirtual mixed with flesh and earth in a very profound way. It is drenched with science and religion and a hope that we are the culmination of both. Great words. |
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