Church Every Sunday at Little Flower

I don’t have a clue
What I or this means,
Except that I’m sure it’s true

That, insofar as this means
Anything, it means.
I’ve come to the conclusion
That, like all conclusions, can’t

Actually conclude a thing,
That there is meaning
And there is nothing,

The twinned poles of gravity.
This world’s dark inside of me
But bright beyond what I can
Mean. Mean. Do you see? You see.