"Yes, Virginia, there is a God!"

[novapsyche]

I.

Everywhere, I read: maya, maya.

I see the world pulled
over my eyes
swollen with gray ailment
blanketing my woolen sight

I have been blind from birth

II.

Alone, in a locked room,
I sat, eyes crammed shut
from crying. Not the crying
of one witness to atrocity,
but tears of a deeper woe.

Thauma is trauma.
The day of vision
brought in its wake
an illustrious weariness, and a sense
of the unreality
of the whole of creation.
The soul is left, reeling.

Can the call have no caller?
Is there effect without cause?

There is no cosmic Star 69

III.

He declined to identify himself,
though the voice was familiar.
He said he represented
a bastion of knowledge and higher learning.
He misspelled my name.
He said he called in regards to a debt.
He told me to choose between
credit-card and check-book.

The eyes deceive but the ears are true
because all around me is maya, maya
and I cannot trust what I see

IV.

the body suppresses
all of the wonder
swimming within and
the body disguises
all of the twilight
radiant with faith
the worms eat the body
but the body of bread returns
broken but infinite
insinuated within earth
habitat of worms

the bread is full of water