His
concentration
blasted a
universe into being.
Immediate war he
declared among
instant extinctions
to dry the galaxies
of their
bitterly
different
philosophies.

Invisible to history,
unknown to
poets and popes,
his universe is
inferred by the
soaring, sour squalls
of your griping,
sublingual mind.

It huddles near his ceiling,
follows him from his hole,
then scrambles at his
ankles like a
hungry stray.