Plumb the depths of your mind,
you'll find him.
He's a pagan!
Somewhere in some corner
he's always present
defying the logic of Annunciation.
Are you a confused man then (?)
Yes, with relics enshrined in your heart,
you, baptised Bedouin,
you're very much confused
‘cos
you're a poet;
you can love a creator,
but can't trust him.
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