There are universes lurking behind my eyes
worlds perched
on a framework
of my design

I
wove the cosmos
from my nervous system
stole back my word from God before he sold it off as his own wisdom

my mechanisms
set a rhythm
of atomic precision
any schism eviscerated with unabated ambition
my mission?
to imprison
the infinity of time and space
within a calcium box
atop a carbon base