New

Ennui over all that is not new
A fetus is recycled genes,
We know what x and y are apt to do.

Surfeit inside the prism, ranging red to blue.
I need no confirmation: yes,
I see colour differently then you
(Whoop di doo.)

When Jesus comes
I hope he brings something sparkling and unheard of
I want see beyond sliced bread, past the internet: Go-go gadget, God's love.

For water parted, fire started or sea food multiplied
is innovation unevolved for such Jurrassic times.