Lying on my back on a windless day
Watching clouds float on an unfelt current,
Wondering how the world turned out this way
And if this sphere for anyone was meant.
Some say there is a god who made it all
That it’s too complex to be happenstance,
Others say for such folklore they won’t fall
We exist thanks to fortuitous chance.
These opinions war on many a plane,
Mean and ferocious some battles are fought,
Both sides sensing ultimate loss or gain -
If one is true, then the other is not.
But no side can know definitively,
Curious, to fight o’er a mystery.
January 2016
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