This poem came out of the December 3, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from Dreamwidth user Jjhunter. It has been sponsored by
baaing_tree. You can read more about the
indriso form online.
Infinitesimal Divinities
-- an indriso
How many angels dance upon a pin?
How many iron atoms make a head?
Does God transcend the world, or dwell within?
A circle dance is held, but never led:
Each dancer's hand is clasped in its own spin,
A stranger charm than any priests have said.
Twixt science and religion, veils run thin,
And God holds every atom as they tread.