If I don't look at it,
it can't destroy me.
What delights & comforts us?
Why do we return to drink
from the poisoned stream,
annoint ourselves with tap-water?
How do we live our lives like
electricity in a cardboard box?
Prophecy is golden; reality
is tarnished. Who will be
condemned and who will be
allowed in the house of God?
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