For once, I think a lengthy explanation would be a deterrent to the piece's enjoyment. But I'll make a few notes.
A special attention was paid, in this piece, to letter use, word use, and sound use. The desire was there to create a piece that would appear beautiful, as a whole, at a glance, even if it went unread.
To this end, I tried out words that have interesting letter arrangements (like azure, Om, gawd), and I tried to construct sentences and stanzas with enough repeating letters as to create a visual unity. The letters in the poem's title, for instance, appear frequently throughout, you'll notice.
The nine ten-beat lines were going to become a rhymeless sonnet, but when I reached the ninth line, I realized the piece was done.
There is a bit of play between faith and science in this piece. I wanted to pay homage to the role faith has played in delivering man from primitive beast to studied explorer of the universe. Throughout much of my youth I relentlessly attacked religion for its obvious failings, but now I have a better historical perspective on mankind, and I've come to see it as a necessary stepping stone from thoughtlessness to thought. Just as capitalism was a necessary (evil) stepping stone for us to advance to a better form of wealth-distribution.
But I wanted to stress that when I poke fun at faith in this piece, I'm not necessarily degrading faith. Specifically, the last line seems to say that faith creates stillness and, by default, stagnation and ignorance. But faith's role, it seems to me, is to prevent the mind from asking questions about the natural world that would confound and stress a being without access to scientific processes. There are bushmen even today who believe the world is flat, for instance.
So when I say their minds are unimaginative, I don't mean that they are uncreative people. I mean that faith acts as a bug net that keeps out the pesky, darting questions that would sting with their stark unanswerableness.