Shipwrecked by the Laughter of Gods

Redemption rolls off the tongue
pure as chlorine bleach
and at its feet lags
clean from corrupt
shackled fitful in translation

Science without religion is lame
Religion without science is blind
--I wish a wild-haired seer
had stirred sense
at my wide-eyed pulpit

and if by shared troth
I be condemned by legend of
adherence--is better than
guilt-riddled proxy.

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