mark of the devil on our foreheads
non-believers cannot sleep
wake me when it is over
says the devil...
he is too busy to track it all,
a curious group of people we are
believing in that which no one
has ever really seen...
believing in tales of what
we think someone said or
might have been true...
faith accounts for little
if it is only expressed after death
in a ghostly cloud that floats
around aimlessly...
a puff of awareness that knows
everything there is to know
and then some...
a metaphor of life
and the living where only a
few years have been granted
and then no more will you be.
February 15, 2025
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