Foucault — not God, but the eyes of humanity.
The researcher did not establish the law.
Yet the excursionists still put on airs,
Building the tower of Babylon.

Flights into space, quanta — towers:
“There is no Creator, for we are creators.”
Does a set of clothes
Not belong to the owner?
He merely breathed and we are alive.

Alive, as He is,
Little specks of dust from His lungs,
Look, even the sun rises in a bow —
To Him! He grants a new day!