by Beat Spiccoli

Created on: April 02, 2010   Last Updated: June 24, 2010

God in Heaven hidden, 
cozened Stephen Hawking
and left him there sitting
and contemplating heaven

There's an 8 lyin on its side
and Stephen's got his eyes
magnified; do you know why
he's mumbling mechanized?

{dream sequence}
He's now engrossed in a study
that takes him outside; it's muddy
Flying to his perch on ruddy wings
He spots with Hawk eyes his Buddy

There's a black hole, spinning 
no one sees it but Stephen
and he's nodding and grinning
promising one day we'll be in it

{dream sequence, redux}
Steven's out hunting rascally hares
It's his excuse to drop all his cares
Today it's quiet, hunting's been sparse
Until he sees a hawk caught unawares

Stephen's assistant opens a package
it blows up, killing the young lady instantly
We suddenly know that some people hate
without knowing the reasons; just the hate

Meanwhile, in Big Sur, California at a scenic stop
a mendicant prophet tells those watching whales
that Heaven is, in fact, in a Black Hole, on a hilltop
and that Stephen Hawking would be going there, too

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