Until The Mirror Cracks

The ego of the atheist,

himself the standard bearer

Where power of a mortal mind,

inflates beyond repair


His facts he weds intensely,

dimension fencing in

What’s not explained, he must profane,

all emptiness within


Whose formulas and strictures,

his Rosary to proclaim

What can’t be solved, new facts resolve,

dismissive in his shame


The ending predetermined,

his choices lock the door

Alone, his dialectic dies

—naked to implore


(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022)

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