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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