Believing

 

Not before or without

Those irksome things creating doubt

Have I employed a whim

And doubting what might be grief

I believe in what I cannot see

Behind a disguise or two

 

Now, if this is true

(Why should I doubt?)

There are some vexations that need tending to

 

So spare me rhetoric, please

It means nothing that we are cosmic energy

Or that we are manifest mudhoppers

Or maybe just fleas on god’s ass

Believing in what we cannot see

 

 

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