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A Faithless Eucharist
The only thing that gave me life
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
Published 1st Feb 2025
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