an old god
with a patina
of reason, like
the verdigris
on bronze statues
in the park
lives an assumption
of an intentional design
rather than the result
of time whispering
a mother’s lullaby
relentlessly and consistently
its comforting dream
until what we are told
and what we believe
and what we are
are all the same
right or wrong
(October 19, 2025)
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