The words of life are, "God is good to us",

No matter what the fact police could say.

We've known the meaning of miraculous,

When we've seen machine codes in DNA.

Would life come from the aliens in space,

Or, did life grow, inside some other realm,

Not seen? On that, we go for inner space,

But they've forced evolution to the helm,

So yes, their aliens write, their cell codes.

We go with good, based on the evidence,

For them, apparent life = apparent codes,

If space men don't set up, their inference.

Would there be contradictions in all that?

Oh yes, though protestations, will fall flat.

13/11/2019

With life and hopes, and God sustaining us,

Oh track those steps to tempt our appetite.

A Cosmos, click. A turbine? click. Then us,

To join beginnings, with the present, right?

Missed step? A certainty. More than a few,

And then the clues derived, in future years.

So with technology we're thinking through,

Then sacrifice, that could allay some fears.

Oh yes, when there's the positives to track,

The clicks have skills, and care, to quantify.

Click, click. A patient Saviour has our back,

When we're so desperate, to own a, "Why?"

Oh see real hope, and love to contemplate.

Our hearts and minds will start to salivate.

14/11/2019

If fact police speak up, they target schools,

Where what they'd say, would be irrelevant.

We see the spin, from their brain molecules,

We've thought their facts to be self-evident,

So hear, mute on, to read between the lines.

And then their chemicals react to say, again,

How water, rocks with Sun gave life designs,

Though fake designs, for their chance origin.

Could they sense drama with that targeting,

Since children are the target, in their sights?

No way. So, we don't think they're listening,

Where they return to us with those insights.

They always have a mantra to click through,

And they'll glaze over, on some hi-tech clue.

14/11/2019

We have a God, who formed the Universe

For cells, then life, without a thing before.

Oh yes, hard sciences match sacred verse

With those, grand implications to explore.

We have a God, who tuned all atoms then,

Through cell technology and the turbines.

Oh yes, trace evidence to way back when,

Confirming what we see, are real designs.

We have a God, whose visit is well known,

Where he has placed his body on the line.

Oh yes, his savage death, to save his own,

To mesh, with that fine tuning and design.

We know the signs, on what's miraculous,

Through grand ultra-inter-connectedness.

15/11/2019

We have a God, who formed the Universe,

Then, on reflections, said that it was good.

Nothing would never make, that Universe,

But, just the task, our God of vision would.

That cosmic energy, through to spacetime,

Whisper of power, talents and God's mind,

To jolt our mind, to change their paradigm.

Our current view, has science undermined.

His thoughtful vision went into that scope,

To give true grandeur that we know today.

Whoopie, that vision through a telescope,

Shouts of that awesome, useful interplay.

Oh pause. A seamless Universe, out there,

And we're set up to contemplate, his care.

16/11/2019

We have a God, whose visit is well known,

From birth to death, then all his promises.

We know his path, that day he died, alone,

Lights up our way, to deal with challenges.

His precious love, shown in self-sacrifice,

And we see, there's a triune God involved,

Where family comes first, but with a price.

Our current view says, everything evolved.

And then, we know, he was life's engineer,

Who wrought, de-multiplexers, like we do.

Oh yes! That One has been, our volunteer,

Who lights uncertainty, we battle through.

Oh pause, on God, and his grand Universe,

And place our confidence on sacred verse.

16/11/2019

Oh contemplate the Universe, down here.

Those interplays of water, sand, and light,

Colours to splash around the atmosphere,

Where Coriolis moves, give wind its flight,

Then, where the blue and gold, exhilarate.

Down time? Set in, all things adventurous,

Through liquid, vapour and the solid state,

To push, to prod, and fight the dangerous.

Down here? A garden set in space, for us?

Where dreams of play pop our adrenalin?

To so enjoy, the highs, of weightlessness?

Yes, down time is a well-known medicine.

Oh push those through an origins debate.

We hold a world of smiles and joy to rate.

16/11/2019

Our turbines drive on worked technology,

And drive all cells. Is there a drama here?

Too right, though evolutionists won't see.

With turbines, there must be an engineer,

But we must teach those, evolution lines,

As in, we must teach all our children that.

Big drama if cell turbines, aren't turbines,

But we can push for change, in all of that,

To put our sciences, back on their tracks.

Yes, dwell on what our engineering gives

To place excitement in our modern facts,

And lift, our consciousness, for positives.

Oh push, to have protections set in place

So children sense a garden set for space.

17/11/2019

Oh contemplate two basics now, with us:

Turbines, track one, and information two.

Our task, would not be all that strenuous,

But oh, the demons we all battle through,

And, every single one, will fight for space.

So pause, we'll have our sciences, on line,

And have two lines of evidence, we trace,

Where we know both will indicate design.

So buckle up, where signs we have today,

Are obvious but demons must be fought,

Since there's machine codes in cell DNA,

To teach a history, that's not been taught.

So lift and fight, to train our children then,

Where, 'life from life' will give their origin.

18/11/2019

We contemplate the basics for the cell.

Track one would be, the cell machinery,

With each stage tied to every organelle,

Right from a human, fish, a bug, or tree.

Machinery? Where cell parts have to fit,

But mystery surrounds, the functioning.

For particles in life, there's parts to knit,

There's line of sight, for any processing,

Each tolerance to match, for any plane,

And skilful care, to show due diligence.

If data fits, and cell machines are plain,

Oh let those basics, lift our confidence.

Amino-acids: The parts which make us.

Let science hearts, track on, ingenious.

19/11/2019

We contemplate the basics for the cell.

Track two is plain, the information side,

With wonder set within, each organelle,

When data flows from each nucleotide.

Information? So, cells will use, each bit,

But mystery indwells, the programming.

For data sets in life there's bytes to knit,

There's paths to map, for any signalling,

Essential addressing, to find each node,

And mindful care to light due diligence.

If there's machinery and there's a code,

Oh let those basics, yield our inference.

The nucleotides: The bits that make us.

Let science minds track on, meticulous.

19/11/2019

We track two rails, with God or Zip debates,

Where myths are fought, to bless humanity.

We wrestle demons, if the Shepherd states,

'I am the Bread of Life, come taste and see',

And now see hi-tech cells, and cell turbines.

What now, if TV shows the wars and strife?

What now, for us, as they say blind designs,

Then hear, 'I am the Way, the Truth, the Life'

And now see programming, and signalling?

What now? Oh yes, we check the positives,

But know to keep our guard, when battling,

And we fight through to known imperatives.

Yes, look beyond real demons, people face,

To drop their Zip to brain cells, basket case.

20/11/2019

We're putting sciences, onto good tracks,

But look back through our human history.

We check on positives, the modern facts,

So hear the Shepherd say, "Believe in me,

When you are battling, I'll take your load".

Oh yes, good science then exciting times:

Rail one: Machinery. Rail two: Life's code.

Hold that against, some older paradigms:

We know of pyramids, their ancient gods,

The wars, through to Alexander the great,

And Romans saw their emperors as gods.

As in, fake gods and time to contemplate.

Fake gods and time? On to the promises?

Nothing has changed, only new sciences.

21/11/2019

We dwell on views seen through a telescope,

But hear, "Man shall not live by bread alone".

We hear the thought police, "Abandon hope,

Since chemistries can make a mobile phone".

We pause on views, seen by, the microscope,

And hear, "The Father sent the Son, to save".

But we, the optimists, say, "Spread the hope,

We see hi-tech and know that love is brave".

Oh yes, one two, to weigh, and contemplate:

With hopes, on cells, and Universe, to weigh,

And cells for eyes set to, the quantum state?

We let our common senses ask: Which way?

And what's that answer, if we ask ourselves?

Our God for that, and not, their garden elves.

21/11/2019

We have a Cosmos, life and hope to taste,

And technical transducers used for sense.

We buckle up with facts around the waist,

As we battle their Zip to brains non-sense,

Where we can use, the Holy Spirit's sword.

Oh sense the hi-tech cells, tuned Universe,

Their accidents, or our gifts from the Lord,

To see, our God with hope in sacred verse.

What now when all life needs an engineer,

The Bread of Life, has been broken, for us,

And, fact police plug Zip and atmosphere?

The Cosmos, life, and hope connect, to us.

Out there, in us, to us, for us? Taste those,

Swirl, to follow that modern science nose.

24/11/2019

Throughout our looks at force, or miracle,

All start with 'Zip', but we go further back.

What now? Their forces, or, our personal?

We fight to put our science back on track,

With 'hi-tech' testaments that lift the soul.

Hi-tech? That would be "Highly technical",

Where we have that real data and control,

Where life and sense work with electrical,

Then those mechanical turbines for drive.

We sense that's technical beyond debate,

We hold by what's alive from what's alive,

So we have life, and hope to contemplate.

They use the force, but that's the fictional,

We stand for science, and what's practical.

25/11/2019

We weigh the Universe on hope and life,

When our hard sciences confirm a start,

And our life sciences have life, from life,

So won't set up the horse, after the cart.

A Cosmos never starts, by what's inside,

Like fact police, place in their narratives.

With Universe, then life we start outside,

So we're into what contemplation gives,

If we assess, decisions have been made.

We've sensed the clues to give diversity,

And that is nothing like, if forces played,

So we've known thoughts and ingenuity.

If we see life and hope, haven't evolved,

No panicking if we think God's involved.

25/11/2019

The evolution buffs make naught their fuse,

But skeptical will ask, what does that mean.

What's up, if there was nothing there to use

And want some Universe or some machine,

Then consciousness to ponder on the view?

They'll say they're scientific, when it counts,

And they're our scientists, on all things true.

But where's their shift, to positive accounts,

Where there's a Universe, to touch, and use,

When nothing doing nothing did something.

Too right, we doubt that impetus, their fuse,

When they say 'Nothing' gave us everything.

We look through cells, a Universe, and time,

To set real hope through our new paradigm.

26/11/2019

We've based new science on the family,

With those alternatives, to nothingness.

Their standard views have lost integrity,

As they see cells to life, by randomness.

We've seen our Cosmos, as exceptional,

And wonder in its atoms, laws and light.

The standard views, reject the personal,

As in, their molecules, give their insight,

Where science cannot entertain, a God.

But we've held to the tips, for signalling

In life, to go with our transcendent God,

Where family comes first, in everything.

"Created in his image" moves the heart,

To nudge the mind to follow, for a start.

27/11/2019

What would they have, on our continuum,

With love from love, then useful Universe,

When we preach evolution, back to them?

They'll preach by giggling, at sacred verse,

And roll their eyes to say they're horrified.

They preach, that we corrupt our schools,

And indicate where someone lied or died,

Though they hold to, their scientific rules,

The truth, how nothing set up, everything.

Oh yes, they'll slip into their cosmic cause

From naught and say, 'That's so inspiring!'

Their back up plan? It will be on, the wars.

When they preach on the strife, in history,

They'll mask our turbines, and technology.

28/11/2019

How would we lose, those origins debates,

Where rocks to people has so many flaws?

We're sort of confident, but then the fates,

We'd lose, the moment they say dinosaurs,

Where fortress evolution guards the walls.

They're proud of their monopolies on time,

They look to council, in the hallowed halls,

And know their walls, are difficult to climb,

So they would, rightly so, ooze confidence.

What now? We'll zone into that crumbling,

And set our sights up to, their battlements.

Our guns? Technology, and quantum bling.

That fortress still holds, defiant and proud,

Because, it knows, our God, is not allowed,

30/11/2019

Oh check on basics to our new world view,

Where truths, and families, guide sciences.

Our DNA shouts data through and through,

And untapped genes for newer challenges.

Data? Let truth weigh that, for science tips,

Where data is machine codes, and control,

And where there are endless relationships:

Cell networks to yield, an integrated whole.

Yes, pause to sense that complicated yield,

To know, for sure, that's from the personal,

To give the guidance for each science field,

Where miracles and God would be, normal.

Yes, listen up, where data shouts, out loud,

When real technologies, would be allowed.

30/11/2019

Oh weigh the signs of nourishment, or thirst,

Where high speed turbines drive the cellular.

Turbines? Weigh those, if family, comes first,

When we know all that's linked into our star.

Weigh those with hope, and newer sciences,

Where they can sense, "Coincidence or not?"

Weigh those, to test for, thoughtful nuances,

Where mindful talents won't be hard to spot.

Turbines? Did God do that? Of course he did,

But that's an answer based in modern times.

Turbines? Use those, where we feel targeted,

By thought police from those old paradigms.

That's right. Join life to water, food and light,

Where there are battle lines, so have to fight.

30/11/2019

We have the battle lines to contemplate:

Their fortress, cell technologies, then us.

But thought police would hyperventilate,

When we hint God and that's miraculous.

Oh feel its drama, every clash, and clang,

As they feel confident, on higher ground,

And so do we. Our God or their Big Bang.

Oh sense the theatre of sight and sound.

They'll always have, their interfering god,

But we know that he's not there anyway.

We have our techno, living, sharing God,

Who wrought machines in life, and DNA.

So, what's in front of us and in between?

Machines in cells, and data in each gene.

30/11//2019

Oh taste and feel, on what's a miracle,

To see the engineer, beyond all doubt.

The data storage, and timed retrieval?

Parts assembly, then distribution out?

Linked to a Universe, and its sunlight?

With turbines powered up for energy?

That four criterion, would be just right

For minds. But check, their singularity:

First miracle and better than our own,

Against our meaning of, real miracles,

Where cellular machinery, now known,

Points to those engineering principles.

Yes, try the spices in our four-dot quiz.

If they aren't miracles, then nothing is.

1/12/2019

Help sense an awesome Universe with me,

To check what others share our pilgrimage.

Who doubts a plant detects Earth's gravity,

For ground to ground the roots and foliage.

Where there's transducers detecting a pull,

To populate a home, sailing through space,

We pause to step through what's a miracle.

And, what of fact police? Beetroot red face,

To preach on, there's a God we must avoid.

No, they don't help, also, when all else fails.

A query "Who made God" can be deployed.

But sense, a sharing, where our planet sails.

A Universe, the cells, those plants, then us?

What do we say? Too right: Connectedness.

2/12/2019

For science priesthood now, Zip set, all laws,

Then quantum fluctuations, gave spacetime.

No other version they will preach. But pause.

Their quantum fluctuations need some time,

And space, so Universe, where they can play.

And, where their grace and bling are evident,

Who doubts all atoms share to light our way,

But they're above that scene, we're transient.

Quantum spacetime, atoms, through cellular,

Then light, through space, linked to eternity?

Oh contemplate. Think through, spectacular,

When thought police have banned, our deity.

But catch our glimpse, on what's miraculous.

Look through spacetime, atomic bits, and us.

3/12/2019

Oh contemplate the Universe with me,

To taste a destiny, then, what we'd do.

How could a someone, share eternity?

By thinking as if, what God said is true.

With lives based on machines for DNA,

Oh savour tips, to grand extravagance:

A tuned, connected Universe, to weigh

Against their waning, evolution trance.

On to, the clash, on what's miraculous,

A calling by the 'Shepherd of the flock',

The 'Bread of Life' was crucified, for us,

To plan, and opportunities, now knock.

Are we someone, so see, his Universe?

Oh taste, his promises, in sacred verse.

4/12/2019

When it's connectedness we contemplate,

What's common, in the cellular out there?

Thousands of, common genes, to activate,

Transducers, machines, and any firmware.

Yes, common genes, with de-multiplexing,

Like for our phone systems, we use today.

Same genes so that would be for all living?

We're thinking food, to help us on our way,

But fact police, would not be thinking that.

As in, we're thinking through real miracles,

They're thinking through, a no-god caveat,

So we sprang up, from ancient vegetables.

Oh always check, which paradigm we use.

Our God out there, or their religious views.

4/12/2019

Oh pause, our Cosmos shines, fire and ice.

Take in the views, giving our precious time

To taste and feel the cosmic merchandise.

Colour and sound bequeath the paradigm,

And question time begins on, "Who am I?"

The obvious is bold, with high complexity,

But those sparks, at the corner of the eye,

A gem, mysterious, that glimpse could be,

The hints, to integrate our awesome view:

Blind accident, or honoured gift. We know

Our time will end, so savour each real clue

To give that pause an awesome afterglow.

For that short time don't let the focus drift

From this key question, "Accident or, gift?"

4/12/2019

Oh hit the search engines, to prod insight,

To check out what, their evolution means.

It's altering life's genes and Darwin's right,

But we know better now. It always means,

No God exists, so naught gave everything.

As in, Big Bang. So, naught? To us, it's Zip.

And everything? It's hope, for questioning,

And thought, so weigh, each evolution tip,

Where naught, or forces, set the ultimate:

It's people making rocket ships, for space.

And all that comes from what's inanimate,

And when they use TV it's all straight face.

If we say, huh? We know, each one insists.

That's right, don't quiz those evolutionists.

5/12/2019

We check what's on the web, and on TV,

To know what any fact police, won't say.

What's left when we cross off our deity?

They wouldn't speak of that, on any day.

With their cute babies, sex and violence,

They never give, details, of what evolved,

And then, who cares about the evidence,

Plan A: They never want, a God involved.

What's left? The physical, and chemistry.

That's all. Yes, all unspoken, everywhere.

We know they don't chat on, technology,

So won't have code, as cellular software.

We hesitate, to read between their lines.

We know they'll hesitate to say, turbines.

5/12/2019

Oh sense a Universe, of quantum gold,

From, any sciences, if we're wide-eyed,

And meditate, anew, on something old.

That Universe gazillion light years wide,

But we know now it has its set frontier,

Since it grew like a flower, from a seed.

So, whether of the heart, or our career,

The, mindful, meditations can proceed,

As if the quantum gold has hypnotized.

Oh contemplate the Universe, to sense

That thought, to leave us, mesmerized:

Who meditates on that grand evidence.

One seed, one flower, so it's one object.

That majesty should guide our intellect.

10/12/2019

Oh balance cells, and hope, if forces rule,

Against the thoughts, to give technology.

Oh weigh each hi-tech, knitted molecule,

Where they'll bring back their singularity.

They check their clues, inside their origin,

And even as their standard view beguiles,

No values grace their 'Zip to people' spin,

Although the fact police use, many styles.

Oh yes, they take our words, to advertise,

Like, good and bad mutations set in time.

But, they want life and hope to self-arise,

So things just are and never hills to climb.

Our words are value laden, as they come.

No graces ground, their blind continuum.

11/12/2019

Oh check the thought police with narratives,

When they use our words, as they advertise.

Their bottom line is Zip. What nothing gives.

No purpose then. What they don't advertise,

Where Zip gave life, for their blind paradigm.

Yes, naught and rocks, for their initial states,

Then, forces rule. No mountain top to climb.

With chance, there won't be beneficial traits

Since no directions guide, where forces rule.

No cruel, and kind, from parasites or snakes,

No hope to lift, when they take us to school,

No helpful traits, no worse, and no mistakes.

Their overviews evolved from physics, right?

All good. And, not a straw man view in sight.

12/12/2019

As evolution lines, come back to them,

The fact police won't keep life serious.

But that's our line, on their continuum.

The bugs gave fish four legs? Hilarious.

Then four legs gave humanity our two,

So we could contemplate, its interplay.

All fog, if evolution is thought through:

From elements to what we have today.

At least the box admits the forces rule:

'Our Universe was in a hot dense state,

And, all the autotrophs began to drool.'

And here we are alive, to contemplate.

Our science views depend, on honesty,

But, fact police use, own goal, comedy.

13/12/2019

Oh contemplate the Universe with me,

Pausing, to draw our inference, or two.

We'll weigh the beat of veiled eternity,

The fountain, ever so beyond our view.

Since contradictions set its ambience,

We join humanity's sole, sacred quest,

And search for truth in our experience,

With sciences, to ask, lucky or blessed.

We'll test its depth of field, fire and ice,

When we distil, the garden in between.

Its majesty, or thorns, or quantum dice

Eliciting, what can the message mean.

Oh sense, true inference is paramount,

To read the Universe and mystic fount.

13/12/2019

Where cells work on technology, let's say,

A part of us knows something, wonderful,

But we've found obstacles along the way.

We know all cells are more than physical,

And science fields give us, plain evidence,

That fact police have killed our witnesses:

Our common sense and two, intelligence,

But both must work to guide life sciences.

So yes, we know we fight, the status quo,

So we sense that's like battling, the tides.

But let belief be based on what we know:

Those 'machine codes' using nucleotides.

For us, will that end their blind paradigm.

No way, the fortress holds, but for a time.

14/12/2019

Oh track the steps from Zip to everything,

If thought police imply that life is change.

They start with heat, from Zip awakening,

Then, all the cosmic constants to arrange,

For light and sound to grace our Universe.

There's depth with atoms, for the majesty,

Spacetime, for magic photons to traverse,

And then to make us stick, there's gravity.

So, what's the go, as we count off a score,

When they harass us on a change in time,

And then, they offer tutes, on rule of law?

We lose our count in their blind paradigm.

They pull our chain, though unintentional,

When where we look, is always technical.

15/12/2019

Oh check the count of miracles with me,

If all the fact police, make life as change.

One, deep heat through their singularity.

And, all the cosmic constants to arrange.

Sorry. Lost count already on those traits.

There's a few to list, and probably more.

On to all atoms, with all quantum states.

Sorry. Endless, with each linked to a law.

A change? Their faith, in better miracles,

Tells us, they follow their, religious lines,

For Zip to make their laws, and particles.

Oh yes, then particles to make, turbines.

What point when they label us religious?

One finger points, also, three back at us.

17/12/2019

We count off miracles from fact police,

When 'naught to cells' is scientific fact.

They've seen, a lost humanity to fleece,

If they make change in anything, a fact.

Oh yes, their magic show: Our Universe,

From Zip, just like a real magician's hat.

They'll ban our deity, from sacred verse,

Since change dictates, a no-god caveat.

Then yes of course, it's scientific, right?

They'll say those views, fulfill necessity,

For sciences to work on truth and light,

Though that's old tricks for their reality.

So what's the go, with fact police aloof?

They carry on, like they are bullet proof.

18/12/2019

The mind police obsess, on change in life,

The trivia, but we know what that means.

Real Gods would stop calamity and strife,

The elements can give the code, in genes,

And Darwin's finch makes God irrelevant.

With them, that's their necessity fulfilled,

So with a real God out, they're confident,

Geology, and their deep times are skilled,

And gave us cell turbines, we have today.

And yes, it's strange, but scientific, right?

Maybe hi-tech, but oh, the pain, and prey.

Maybe design, but oh, the chase, or fight.

With 'Zip to people', all of that's resolved.

Necessity means, no 'good' God involved.

19/12/2019

What could they have on destiny, and love,

When we see codes and we express belief?

They trade on fear to say there's no above,

They hide the promises, by strife and grief,

Then mandate on a Universe, from naught.

We know they alternate the strife and fear

By weather, traffic, cooking tips and sport.

We know, The Shepherd was the engineer,

We count off promises as we draw breath,

And we know codes, with life's technology.

When we say destiny, they say heat death,

When we own love; they say it's chemistry.

Where evolution thoughts are wall to wall,

Oh take time out, to let The Shepherd call.

21/12/2019

We buckle up, where we sense, 'God exits',

And know on destiny, that sense is healed.

Our evidence says hope, in grace, persists,

With the Lord Jesus Christ, being revealed,

When we can now think like there's family.

Yes, call our thoughtful Father now, in fear,

Since we know now, what paid for destiny:

The precious blood of Christ, the engineer.

What now, with the Holy Spirit who guides

In ages past and now through sacred text?

We'd count up gifts, a loving God provides,

To pause awhile to ask, of him, what next?

Yes, in God's mind, a loving price was paid,

Before the Universe, and Earth were made.

24/12/2019

We check the promises, from sacred verse,

When thought police quote their necessity.

Check past the awesome, useful, Universe,

When we could sense our thoughtful deity,

Who speaks to people by his famous book.

The Father wants the curse to be removed,

Our Engineer has shown us what that took,

And then the Holy Spirit's touch: Approved.

Would those three checks be inspirational?

For thought police, that isn't, Nothingness,

So no. But check with us, that's Wonderful,

Since life, from life, gives hope of life, to us.

Approved? Oh set our time to contemplate,

To touch our soul, no matter what the date.

25/12/2019

What miracles yield particles from Zip?

Fortuitous for them, all steps are there,

For life and then to make a rocket ship.

Yes, Nothing, doing nothing, anywhere,

To heat, to hydrogen, for first gen stars.

But not enough, though yes, fortuitous,

The supernovae, for the next gen stars,

For parts to set a world in space, for us.

Did fireballs do that? They say, for sure.

Then after that, the pressure gradients,

For thoughts, then evolution to explore.

Oh whacky do, their better testaments.

They'll say, it's scientific fact, no doubt,

To say, 'necessity' has God crossed out.

27/12/2019

Ponder Uranium, that form, and force.

What recipe comes from experiments,

To forge, this highly, volatile resource?

We'll start with nothing as ingredients.

Don't panic at this step, that's all okay,

A quantum fluctuation starts the trick,

Then, all the processes are under way.

Our patient willpower, should be stoic,

Since states of play to mould Uranium

Fit perfectly but we don't want in now.

We need some gas, to be the medium,

For other processes to mix, somehow.

But, for those cool experimental cues,

We'll only take the mechanistic views.

28/12/2019