God, something minatory
In your inertness.
Luridly tattooed pages,
The dove, descending,
Sway gently over the world.
Which Foucault is the Foucault,
The superhero
Who will defeat the divine
Mystery, stone deity?
Who will roll away the stone
To reveal the emptiness,
Not even a corpse?
The parabola of doubt
Describes the arc of belief.
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