A Prayer For Truth - Poem by Mike Finley
We know you are the self-concealed God
because to do otherwise,
skulking behind sycamores,
would be a dead giveaway.
everything seems so 'pointed, '
we learn so many 'lessons, '
there are all these 'coincidences, '
It's perfectly ridiculous.
Why not peel off the billions of masks
and admit you are stalking us
every damn day of our lives?
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