Scientific Lucifer Knew a Thing or Two While Trapped in Sexless Heaven

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We struggle now to understand not just

Eternity but time.  The Einsteins might

Explain it but in formulae that thrust

Our minor minds away.  For us the night

Of love counts meaningful because its thrills

Firecracker Explosion at 1,000,000 Million Frames Per Second – Ultra Slow Motion

Bang brief as cherry bomb explosions.  These

We grasp extremely with their semen spills

And pinkening of climax, quaking knees

Above it.  It’s these giant little things

That make up the immortal briefest times

For reckoning tight life.  Slams give the wings

To mortal endless moments, lovers’ crimes.

  These make Satanic minutes that are like

    An endlessness of heaven filled with spike.