If you don't recognize the existence of the gods
Then you don't recognize the existence of ideas
God is just the passing idea of you
The Idea conjuring its ideas
Without ever repeating itself
Until the earth and the stars
All the clamoring constellations
Are populated with its good
And bad ideas our bodies
Wrenched into their places
In another firmament its first
Grandiose sketch of an idea
How many blackboards did it fill
Until it reached the final equation
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