by Jen Hunt, from the archives
You who tally
Pin head dancers
Who trade omnipotence
For mind games
Who deem all-power
Reason treason,
The scribbling of square
Circles or the like,
Face a force
Proved by one
Pure-footed trek
On soiled soil
The feat of which
Sends pins and
Needles up the spine--
See how
The Almighty
Rends small mind's
Infinite loops
