We all juggle balls
trying to survive
until our demise
always the expected surprise
We all end each day
amusing another assuming another
and when the sun's
risen form
adorns
our complacent
wonder
We forget
we are but another
in another place
seeking reason
for why everything
exists
We find religion
its paradox
and irrational belief
relieving
our most personal
fear
We feel its invisible
love
expressed as all
all
which is always
in chaos
at war with itself
within which we
are
all
its thought
its work
its word
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