It creeps up on us.
We become so involved.
We constantly seek but it is only knowledge,
not truth.
Truth, light, seeing, comes from another place.
In Situ
Broken idols
Resurrect themselves
into icons and portals and windows.
Former statuette supplications
morph into apocryphal adorations
seeking awareness through searching sites.
No more wooden heads of fate or busts of inorganic metals;
Now flattened plastic pads and pods and drives,
Whose followers still idle worship.
And when these icons and portals and windows
And pads and pods and drives all
Crash and close,
The Name, The Holy Light, and Most High,
Will be open still for visitors to the eternal
Site of insight and for seeing.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village
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