One kind of poetry claimed
It sang songs of origins
And reasons, causes,
Etiologies.
We crept as close to such verse
As we dared, ourselves
All covert declaratives
Who doubted any causes.
It’s a spell. You see, Kirke.
You know how these work.
It transforms us on approach
Into believers
That consequences
Each could create another.
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