Call it a what?
God--
Government--
Gold--
Guilt--
We have a series
perhaps infinite
of options
for bloody knees.
Scrape, as one must,
to an idle ideal,
an idyll to mime,
an idee fixe
to make common
cause and effect
and force our kinetics
from potential
to potency.
As a fact
every faith
is abjuration
from all other strings
of logical pearls
to wear only this necklace
of how things must be.
Intentional obscurity!
Your shibboleths are our
absurdity and our passwords
are cryptographic keys
to the wealth of cessation
that won't be spent
until the end of the world.
Roman Ryan 