aimlessly I fondle the frozen words trapped in time
hoping to resuscitate a glimpse of yesteryear
play them in real time
trying to make sense of scripture
those invisible lips driving a narrative to authenticate
what they want them to say
contradiction prairie, on a sunny dark day
hardly comforting !
like a silver spiders web inviting
you to wait at the edge, pondering
tempting you to leap before you think
talking to me in self-dialog mode. scepticism is born
eternal life for a mere leap into blind faith?
not to mention the 10%
what a bargain!
