Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[Emz]

Our little temples here cannot pretend,
"Until the day and night come to an end"*; 
And God in all His wisdom does attend,
To finishing the foolish works we've penned.

Pretend to work the fields 
and search for fruit. 
Pretend to work your 
ass off in a suit.
But all means little 
in the end
when all we do 
is just pretend.

Yeah, I should have put "Job 26" somewhere on my last post. When i saw your line about "on which God's dreams are hung", it reminded me of that verse I quoted (which I had to quickly look up again to finish the rest of my poem). I couldn't resist trying to frame Job's writings as scientific observation. I must admit, I may not know where I stand on the whole religion thing, but I do enjoy flexing a little biblical knowledge around.

He "hangeth the earth upon nothing,"
said Job in scientific writing:
Job wrote something else
about water and clouds,
and continued to write down his sighting.


Our little temples here cannot pretend,
"Until the day and night come to an end"*;
And God in all His wisdom does attend,
To finishing the foolish works we've penned.



*Job 26:10