it is difficult to believe
for life has become complicated enough without
all that
saints have been blinded
simple people thrown
prostrate we go on
as if nothing had happened
there is too much we are so unsure of it is easier to let
that dimension
be something left in ancient annuls
mysticological wonder
I set out on pilgrimage across the stark
seemingly empty surface one foot then the other
following after my fingertips typing out the sense of destination
as if I will ever reach it
conclusively
I have caught a glimmer
everyone at some point must admit to this for themself
this alone is the word religion
defined to keep trying
to explain