Candles like a cathedral, swelling strings and a choice. There is a man playing poker in the middle of the church. I only hold partial knowledge of why i'm here. Floating like a dream. I sit down beside him in the pew and take the hand he's dealt. He smile's and asks me to bet. I push it all forward. No waffling, no thinking just a bluury hand with melting suits. They sound like they are smiling maybe laughing. He asks "What do you believe?" and says turn over your cards.
What are you betting on?
What do you believe?
Who tell's you how?
I wake up and shake myself to life. Another bombing, another lynching, another book burning, another hate crime.
Why? Who's benefit is it to scream bloody murder. Keep us at each others throats. While bankers and diplomats play chess with our children. Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Jew; why does it matter?
Matter is indestructable isn't it?
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