Who Are the Believers?
A short match in the dark.
Escape the choir.
the intenerate salesmen,
both demons and angels,
the sincerely frivolous.
Belief strays like a cat
it goes to live with another,
it needs to be always fed.
Can it all be
a tragedy of certainty?
A settled science
rooted in concrete
like an urban weed.
Who are the ones
who with great accord
affirm, confirm, and confer?
Best to be constantly surprised
by that birds-eye view
of a fly on the wall.
Better to praise the inexplicable
as if were.
the one true religion.
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