GOD

I am the eponymous silence moments before your first and last breath. I am the memory of infinite Universes, curtailed in your so called whim extemporaneous exactitude personified in the catacombs of aims shimmering in a cosmic pagan prayer and heteronymous utterance...a designer beyond all aimless designs, the infinite semaphore, mightier than your shoring dollar economies, I hold the static in motion, and the fever's pitch I freeze in the eternities in the palm of my hand, I am Justice illuminating the happenstance of chosen destruction, repairing the fantastic opulence of derived dreams, yearning for authenticity and relief, alive in your stewardship, phasing in the new,  Deus ex machina God in the Machine...the Ghost in the shell, the steps of every dance, every song, every memory, every future, every fate, every destiny, every season, every nuance, all the things you remembered and forgot, the periphery of the periphery, the surface of all depths at every layer of their manifold...the cadence of every aesthetic symmetry, beauty unbound by expectation and sense, and harmony of every chord audible or inaudible, every dance of the spheres, globocubic disarray, chaos, order eternity and manifest wonder, the salvific promise in your suffering, the recalling that in Nature and in the typhoon, there is the calm before the storm and after the storm, when you least expect it I am the release from all of your shock and terror, salvation in a dream, poised to clear away the nightmare, all of this and more. All that I ask is you explore your good nature with a reverence for preserving Nature, all I ask is that you explore your humanity as a form of praise. ~God.