Come to guide you through the night,
That seems like a thought for strength,
And do people, honestly,
Ever believe anything
Outrageously unlikely
Except as it gives them strength
Or since someone else told them
It was true to give them strength?
Being reasonably smart
About your own frailty
Can make you crazy for faith,
And being certain of doom
At the individual
Level can keep you searching
For signs you’ll handle it well,
Contribute something worthwhile,
Extend a truth immortal,
Although you’re anything but.
Wouldn’t it be like a drug
Of tremendous potency
To know your personal god
Floated along on black wings,
Bright-eyed beside you? The night.
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