cosmic foundry

when it's dark

i can see through
the fabric

of the Continuum


behind this curtain,
gears grind loudly

almost inefficiently.

divine
grease and sweat
flow

here,
the labors of the Eternal

grow

in this sweatshop
of freewill and faith

the only profanity
dare uttered
is
'why?'

here,
uncertainty

is what powers
the dreams
of its workers