The beauty of being born untainted
by religion or ideology,
obviously involves the innocent
baby before all indoctrination,
before the mores of society
undermine the unblemished mind of God;
humanity has become a nightmare,
even as we speak, so to speak, through words
forgotten since time immemorial
engineering language games centuries
old as tricks of poets to accomplish
nothing as sinister as solitude;
enter the deception of creation,
ancient as paintings within cave dwellings,
in this state of preternatural grace
religion designates as beyond time,
truth be told, humans are not just mortal;
until we uncover this mortal coil
not simply as a tool, mythology
nudges us to regard the shears, the skull
attached to the spinal column, at rest;
tranquil as memento mori, as death,
giving life threads to cut, bonds to sever,
instituting madness as divine law;
yet, the unborn fetus knows the body,
nothing more, nothing less than the body;
this is not a problem until after
embarking on a spiritual journey,
destiny is not a destination.
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