the muse, the god gap, and God

My assertion that mechanics were as prone to entropy as anything else held fast, until it didn't.

From *my* lens, the argument was straight forward: A car is made up of moving parts (the mechanics); those parts wore down (entropy) and needed regular ministration to keep working as intended.

Enter the Muse.

When She is involved, lenses are not limited to serving as perspective makers. Under the right conditions they become conduits for the Divine, fractaling points of reference into gardens sprouting visions that would make Alex Grey and Benoit Mandelbrot blush.

While She did pull me into that garden willingly, I admit approaching the center cautiously, sensing a holy tension that would not tolerate interruption lightly. The Muse was midwifing opposites from There to Here for my edification, and the best I could offer was surrender.

She worked like a mad-haired machinist, molding conundrums that took the form of two nested cogs:

The inner, peopled by one person for each faith in the world, looking outward at the larger cog.

The outer, graced by one god per person on the inner; making eye contact with their supplicants; spinning dreams and wonders and poetry and visions.

And between the gods on the outer cog - gaps; where the no-longer-worshipped once lived.

And as penultimate infinities spun then slowed the cogs, the gods' gaps grew bigger until there were no single gods left, just one continuous gap that joined their once-held-spaces together; the mechanic's entropy I had inuited at the outset.

Until the Muse's garden grew to the outer edges
and the edges lowered like car windows
and I saw the God beyond the cogs

the ineffable [I Am] *cradling both cogs* in her hands
loving the slowing energy - the apparent entropy -
back to life

the broken, the holey
becoming graced, the holy

Cogs of light
with fresh gods for tired people
slowing to their next gap genesis
and the Muse's ministrations
to start it all over again