
THE MUSE
n the inner dimension
where
thoughts play
across the light years,
where universes are
sucked into black holes,
reborn as big bangs
in new dimensions,
nd where today is yesteryear
where mankind is a figment
of God's imagination, and love
makes such figments grow,
uses--
God's imagination also--
tend the tiny synapses
Where human thought must flow.
Robert J. McManimie