Bitter Pill

The gleaming glorious soul,
stained with purity, jumping
within a flawless framework;
*Chukwu's breath of perfected imperfection.

Or

The sacred tongue whose daily ritual is to sole - thump within the vicinity of the greater best, better than the good.

I see affirmative fragments muffled by heaps of nays.

Yet, sapiens assume fountains,
flowing directly from Chukwu's groin.

*God