One Break, One Rip, One Tear in the Rules

Natural is anything
You don’t need to believe in
For it to work—natural

Works as it works, while it works.
Nothing in your attitude
Is necessary, nothing

In your statement of belief
Has to be worded just so,
Nothing cares how well you did

The steps of the ritual.
It’s all only natural,
Feral, even, bits of it,

The undomesticated.
Does that make it good? Oh hell,
No. Natural is not good,

Except occasionally,
Nor evil, except the same.
And why so much carryon

About what is natural,
As if natural weren’t all
There’s now or ever been?

If you’ve got something to say
Something that’s demonstrable
Re the supernatural,

Please come back to the table.
We’re all ears. We want to know
How the unbelievable

Can work, so that we’ve got some
Chance to make its acquaintance,
That hole in the world that is.

Some days a body may sit
In perfect quietude, hours
And hours, hoping the world falls.

Some nights a body may dream
Of a brilliant afternoon
With the smallest puncture wound

In the true nature of things.
Let it loose. Pay attention,
But let it loose. Worlds will change.