Atheism is not some sad doctrine
Insomniacs suffer, tossing in bed,
Mourning the death of those yet to die,
Composing frantic verses in the dark
Pleading the light to whisk darkness away,
Waiting for clouds to preach salvation from drought,
Proselytizing uncertain truths in an uncertain world:
I love all that belongs to the earth
And the dark reaches beyond—
I love and fear life, and life
Alone.
Saturday, August 24, 2019
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