Why is Isis still veiled
Why are we still weeping at our age
As if we all weren’t trying to get into heaven
Either by spurning it
And struggling to have it here on earth
Or by pretending to be followers
Of the one god or another
Who turns out to be ourselves
The one who sleeps in the hallway
Almost certain of his ignorance
As he is of his pride
The one cast out
With only the light of his mind
With only the warmth of his heart
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