John utters forth some unknown phrase
Something meant to signify
His mom—or just lysergic praise;
Cosmic feedback splits the sky.
Behold: the universe awaits
and genesis regenerates . . .

The organ pipes a clarion call
My soul completely captured;
False gods are born, the angels fall
Celestially enraptured
While faith chimes in: God’s will be done—
The universe is now begun.

Then rhythm enters, rolling drums
Presage the lyric presents
George with a holy message comes,
Announcing omnipresence.
And life must now take shape and flow
In post-creation afterglow.

PROMPT #17:

write a poem inspired by a piece of music,
and that shares its title with that piece of music.