(based on music heard in a dream)
Once confessed
probability flies
out the window
to ears;
repeated fabrication.
Words are power.
More than words;
redundancy.
A picture
a thousand words
a song sung
green.
Practice makes
purity.
An improbable god
does (not)
practice
preached.
What confession,
what lies!
What god?
Denial
is a river
and there is
no paddle.
No comments:
Post a Comment