Reduction to absurdity, God ground to powder, Scattered in the wind, the sand beneath my feet. Never to return, a lotus cannot slake. I recall my path. Clearly I see, God thrown down in that great arena. Fighting to follow with rigor, I allowed him to seep to my core. Copious trials produced an end, Not without the pains of birth. Dogged from the vast elapsing, I wavered in my due cessation. I won the knowledge, fully imbued, That God is counterfeit and false. My knowing is empirical, and tested, Memorialized by a towering cairn. Nostalgia for the absolute, ever potent fume, Is only a spandrel of human unfolding. Evolution's consequence, company to chaos, To ramify, inspiring awe. Supernatural anxiety shan't evoke belief. Acutest sense of agency, transposed by fools. Reseal the tomb.