I racked the balls of my own theology
While straddling a fence of the insurmountable,
Right in the face of evidence contrary
And the substance of things unseen.
Except for the aid of micron-electroscopes,
My naked eye strained to comprehend,
But in the light of such blinding pain
And questions of future reproduction,
Matters shifted visibly and my better priorities
Rose to the top with the cream.
-jenn long
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