IN GOD WE TRUST

IN GOD WE TRUST

There’s no end to the surface of a sphere.
There’s no end to the purpose of a sphere.

Coin of the realm. Realm of the coin. Mint, spend.
There’s no end to the surplus of a sphere.

All of the people fooled some of the time.
There’s no end to the circus of a sphere.

With a fat wad, it’s easy to have balls.
There’s no end to the Croesus of a sphere.

A sky so big any guess seems gorgeous.
There’s no end to the Texas of a sphere.

Take three dimensions. Boil into two.
There’s no end to the canvas of a sphere.

No way to soften nails, or round a cross.
There’s no end to the Jesus of a sphere.

Air-conditioned, in Tampa, CENTCOM hums.
There’s no end to the purchase of a sphere.