The celestial succedaneum
is our glory hole in the sky
we insert our hardened psyches
(of course sheathed in
a condom of ignorance, so
as not to be infected
or infested with the ghastly
blandness of verisimilitude)
into it, and
Thrust
while our hardy
imaginations feverishly
imagine
God.
Categories:
succedaneum, allegory,
Form: Free verse