Opus Magnum By: Francis Joseph LaManna Celestial coordinate grids- Spun from arachnids, And the world's fear, is sight unclear. They sit in meditation, hoping for a little intuition, to fix a situation, with more imagination. But to tell the truth, Imagination might be enough, For humans to conquer, And break through the rough. Time lines of history, millennia mysteries- still making sense of it all; Spacetime, Time in space, We're recalling The Fall. The more I walk- The more I crawl. Slow down my sun, He doesn't say it, but I know he feels it. Our hands meet, and something happens, either a deal is made, or it's congratulations. The path forward, now set to unfold, it's one that favors action- the courageous and bold. We're awakened by incompatible opposites, which change our focus, to the possibility- we've returned for a purpose. That's destiny! And we learn, we aren't trying to complete a process, but rather, we are the process. The Great Work is us! We're being molded and engineered, as our soul journeys to completion.