Hurry
God draw up an inventory of the Universe .
Under his footsteps orbits flatten.
Leaks warmed antimatter
from His hands.
In comet rising tide
His face is hidden.
The meteor plankton
is standing at mud-bank of galaxies.
Signals of strict escort we send
to another subtle sense.
Patience!
God still creates alien.
© Vesselin D. Delchev
(2011)
