By A.R. Perez

Stashed apologetic philosophical cuts,

Different precisions precisely unjust,

Intentional discovery’s that don’t exist,

Unreal worlds invented by thinking,

Once created, here and now undoing.

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Assuming there is mystery at all,

Why not it is just because?

Accept for granted like other species;

Give the apes their own million years,

Develop thinking matter to suit needs,

Figure it out, or die out, like Euripides.

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Not mysterious at all, just not perceived,

Light is witnessed, sort of noticeable,

Whence absent then it’s aha I see,

Here you are, find me now, obviously;

The air is not magically invisible,

Secrets plain to our peering eyes,

Spoken bravely by prophetic wives.

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Supernaturalist worlds just next door,

God and Angels, Christ now presiding,

Peter’s gates rejecting unworthy lots;

Ghosts and Demons breed their own,

Willingly cheering for the newly fallen;

Good and Evil are the versus siblings,

Forever arguing their best outcomes,

One left while the other says not.

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Humans the respectable receptacles,

Interwoven with the trees and earth,

Capable of hearing songs and wails,

Briefest soft signals overbearing others;

Separately existing in their own realms,

Entwined and shared, blind as we are,

Angels of Paradise duly unawares?

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Animals receive by accepting the loss,

Let it be, feed me, clothe me with

Enduring shell, give me weapons to

Save my children, and acceptance to

Accept the inevitable death,

He wants this, built for us for them.

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It is not enough to know,

It is only valuable when lived;

Experience is not complete, truly,

Being is all, willingness Gods gold key;

Genuineness His secret password,

To knock is the door being answered,

Shouts are useless when deaf to Him.

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There is no truth other than mystery,

Beyond sights, sounds of earthly living;

Understanding God begins with blood,

Understand His myths, there is no

Life lived without God living within us.

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Humans are not Gods only delights,

His is the whole of earth, His the

Expansive verse, all precious parts;

His tinkering patience now waned,

Not for trying, we already walked away,

Each step a million moments lost,

Forgotten by Him, day we believed won.

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New places for His experiment to thrive,

God connects to some of us lucky,

Not a brag, a fact of work well done;

Listening with intent, accepting

Silence as the true noise of prophesy,

Scribes are wrong, we are never been,

Center of it all, each one on their own,

Hand with God, two in the all of His all.

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