My atheism is wavering
In human light
A child has melted my core
A child that has few words
Who lives animal broken bone time
Stretched across her own oblivion
Wild and dangerous
Living free
In her territory
Yet trapped
In a world she has no concept off
She is wild freedom
She is the terrible truth of genes
The terrible fact of fragility foiled
By betrayal
Handed down across generations
Into broken bodies and minds
Human genes have worked a terrible power
My atheism is cracked
By the fact
Of such limitless cruelty
And yet the fact remains-
Tartt to the tongue-
We seek blood.
The ether is neither here nor there
Nor is the wind howling
Between canvas
Burned by lion breath.
The laying on of hands
Offers deep transitory comfort
When fine hope bleeds into hair shirt.
The ugliness of beauty
How tirelessly
Sunsets claim hope
How briskly eastern sky
Sweeps up the dust of dreams
My atheism is wavering because
I cannot bear the facts
And that as they say
Is that....
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