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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Living on a planet, unsure if I belong Where only sand grains and fossils, seem to last long The instinct to breathe air, compelling me along And the miracle that’s water, strives to prolong Hear the wind blow bending the trees Feel the bones crack inside my knees High upon a mountain, an avalanche gives way Yielding to gravity, and powerful sun rays Down below I ponder, will this be my last day Still all goes over my head, as life balks away Holding my grip busting my balls gave a nice twist when in free fall And a juggernaut of lies, hurtled down that slope Widening debris fields, spreading rumours of hope Is there any big truths, or just lies to help cope The past looks basic, viewed under a microscope Fossils don’t lie rocks are not bones Sand remodels back into stone I piece together the fossils, search out life’s source Scream out eureka, til my larynx implodes hoarse Scan skies for graviton waves, stretching time with force Try stop that damn avalanche, least alter it’s course Raw energy blood upon dust Time’s eternal cascading rust Evidence can be sketchy, when life forms a scree In the end information, is all there can be Empirical pathways, are straightforward to see If they postulate a god, good enough for me I’ve crawled before I’ll walk again Encased in skin til god knows when As a kid in confession, I’d mostly tell lies I admitted made up sins, without compromise The priest liked forgiving, so telling lies was wise He went easy on penance, devil in disguise Shame on us both playing such games He wore a cloak I’m still the same By David Kavanagh
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