Spidereggs

Toast pin tar top hot roof scramble
spider legs fly with spider goop muscle
fight a tiny nature forming bands
miniscule the trouble trouble good
fighting tiny suburban warfare too
too small by separated sun lobbed
lengths so pico physics you know it
it unwinds when literal billions of eggs
became billions of years old every year.

Simple apple, scoured bug of millenium
conch shell shouting oceans infinity
when the treble of galaxies of beasts
swirled entropy back into order so *
. * became the tonic strength sounded LIFE
until shore drew reason from brains or veins
we withered those trees that inversed us
as we grew old we grew lines to catch cry
and cried a scrying cold into the deathly dry air.

Intelligent is conundrum when Design
is withheld from what Humanists called eyes
who cracked a code for God's sake to muse
not as a manifold to stay silent when
all that was lost was is sight in hope
but just a critical mass of one too many
shut the doors off to keep God in and
couldn't but help to keep people out.

I let it all in with the doubt to be
there with me as ancestry you've not
known as I've looked the beasts and
plants and math and geomatic and seen
no doors no wars no poor no scores
whose very nature my allies that lie
behind me where I see Humanistically
truth which eludes collectively as it did all those years before.