Life passes through us
driven by some cryptic calling,
searching for worthier vessels,
less fragile containers,
that are more robust.
Magnetized by deep faith and an insatiable need to trust,
the infinite force can't rely on humans
to fulfill it's destiny -
better leave it to more able beings in some corner of
the universe -
creatures that don't rely on sex, crosswords, politics or
curiosity about their origins -
blind, dumb, sequins
stars with indefinite
radiation
I bet that's where God is stashing his chips.
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