I do try not to be
Too philosophical about
The world to overcome
My innate tendency
To take it all too seriously
I wonder about what the world
Works so hard to hide from us
The Fathers called 'The Great Seducer'
In all the stories of the world
Senses nerves and blood in us
Are sun moon and stars in them
The angels of mercy who come
Crashing through the veil of the world
Arrayed in glory from time to time
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