On the Apostasy
googleffffffffb25e3db2Spun off from the eddy of faith,
My
bark, like a bottle enclosing an old note,
Wallows awhile in the backwater shallows,
Righting itself for what's
next.
Then, in the becalming the becoming:
An oarsman of
reason evolves
Pulling stroke after logical stroke
Fearless toward the Bright-troubled sea.
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