Blasphemy

Atoms dance edgewise, cloud
constellations on a sky
called the universe.

Jealous are these gods,
my purity in them true
beneath only time.

Every movement spirits
in the darkness only theirs;
waves without a shore.

My martyrs' bloodline
lives to tell dry revelations
tied to ready pyres.

We grew up cloistered-
gravity the communion,
mass the monastery.

Immortals waited
for their scriptures to be read,
but whose will to please?