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[Poetry In Motion]

It’s written in heaven
when Gods have enough time tinkering
with pearly white typewriters reveling
in words about order and happy hours.
Correct they said and pushed on their typing
till they found right verbiages to destroy
minds that destroy mortals.
 
It’s in their eyes, eyes of the beholder.
They travel irises right to left
clinking the machine, snapping their fingers
when right words arrived! Eureka! One spoke.
 
Praise me for I am Jesus! Happy words, happy hour!
Till glowing heads increased with diamond light,
Godless hand ended up with carpal tunnel.
 
It’s still written in heaven.
Correct correct correct were the words.