It must
be lonely to live without a god.
I wonder
about goodness.
Terrible
to think there is nothing
after
all of this.
Yet
there she stands, each one of her,
but I
can imagine others
and
that’s the sad fact – being human,
there’s
nothing left to do.
So I
annihilate reason, bad prophet,
and
recourse the rebound
of my
profits – without regret –
the
plain mock of reason –
doesn’t
belong here.
Neither
do I.