The sea of faith, caressing like a girdle furl'd
My supple thighs bespeaks our ashen age,
The valleys and the peaks of our unholy rage
Colliding like tectonic plates move the world
"Wherefore?" I ask our deaf and callow God,
"Whence? Whither?" questions like sunken skipping stones
That gather algae in the ocean of decaying bones
That lives inside
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