we forget why we came or whether we go
and so each of our imagined inner gods
war with another's
forge alliances with the ones who agree
and pursue endless vendettas against ones who don't
and it will never be any different in the earth
this is where we forge some greater understand
and succeed or fail according to our lights
and our faulty bonds and our frazzled delusions
oh is it any wonder Jesus wept?
bow and scrape before whatever avatar or notion of the Infinite
you were trained to bless and to cling to...
those of us who stumble outside your gated realities
take your curses as blessings...and the One's silence as balm....
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