Saturday, December 18, 2021

Acolytes

we are all acolytes
even the heretics
none are exempt
belief is pandemic

whole lives spent
in unconscious worship
the human way made 
easy systems for comfort
quick resource access
or pointless denial

two million years
of four and a half
billion with
five billion left
give
or take

in this scope life 
is unbearably short
so take this span
and run run run
bursting with joy
bursting with sorrow
relishing witnessing
feeling believing
loving or hating
to the end

only you will know
and carry that flame
into darkness

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