he called me an escapist who hang on
to a feel-good believe system. perhaps
he is right. in the end, i do not struggle
with my faith as he does. his doubts
sound alien to me, somewhat bizarre
at best. even my body is just that,
a body, not a temple of some kind.
so here it is, as he said, until you think
about the chilling idea of nought.
hidden pilcrow 