Even machine-listed,
The Nine Billion Names of God,
Do not include this man,
And we give thanks,
The stars continue because he is omitted,
Restricted in his fantasy,
Confined structurally,
In the bubble of the new universe,
His space expands forever,
And we can only know,
Not prove the vacuum that surrounds,
His desultory communication,
He's settled in his orbit,
Supplied and fed eternally,
Forever separate,
In myriad idols he claims,
One God juggles morals and belief,
But like his argument,
This poem is full of holes.