13 billion years later we still discuss
Split second propositions of time
And temperament of infinite particles
That ceaslessley had a mind of their own.
God is still in capitals but cunning as she is
She first created herself as feminine.
Did it take us from the big bang to now just to know
That order began only after the chaos controlled
Pre-universe shadowed itself in a pin-point
Burst into beauty of perfection
Married waves, particles and precision
In anti-matter exactness of itself
To complement the new multiverses
That remained suspended in a gravitational enigma
Split second before collapsing back into a point
And bursting open in inflationary force
Arms wide
Welcoming you and me
From back in the days of confusion
To todays perfection.
That conjecture indicates that
The Master Creator was himself confused before the Big Bang
And so he created beauty and women to counterbalance
The new precision.
I know. Women are not chaotic. Only men are.
( Pssst!) my wife will read this poem.
Author Notes

SNAG: Sensitive New Age Guy! A fresh take on the Universe and Creation of common Sense! ( a Back-up Poem)

Entered for the Contest on Chaos.
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