We are not subservient
to our supposed divine dealers
We owe it to ourselves
to tread on our chosen alleys
Seeking the light seeing past the multi-coloured neon lights
What status quo
are you talking about
What revelation
are you going on and on and on about
Faith is never static
never definitive never stuck on regimentation
Reimagination nor reabsolution of make-believe beliefs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem. My favorite line “Faith is never static” (like a lot of things.)