soft myths cuddle our unrealities
as if some giant would walk the earth
slaying our enemies with one swing
of his monumental club
or we'd wake up one day to the end
of war and horror and humankind's
psychosis over trying to kill God
or the wee hope that she'll come back
after the mess made by each in the
slow destruction of love
or that we awaken from these armored fantasies
that pass for all the holiness we can imagine
and drop the illusion of some easily granted salvation
making our unrealities the reality we bear....
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