Fish, reptile, human embryo
Take your pick of what we are
The romance of god
The sterility of science-
A match not made in heaven
He made something out of nothing-
Sun, the light-bearer
But also blow-your-mind light
And plural heavens
As he hovered upon the face of the deep
And caused immense vibrations
You’re either here by mistake
Or here with a purpose
You’re either higher than monkeys
Or lower than angels