Heaven's Birth

When existence writhes and kicks in growing pains
As its limbs expand and extend
And its roots rip from the earth
There will be no law
Mathematical equations and concrete numbers
    will stretch into thin abstractions and be
    replaced by theories and art and myths
Textbooks and bibles will become one and the sky
    will be our teachers and we will breathe
    living words and bleed fairy tales
Until everything is truth