532 – Rusty faith
No hotline
For heaven,
No speed-dial
For hell.
Just a bunch
Of weird questions
And no one
To ask them to.
Kneeling
Or cross legged,
With a bible
Or a gong.
Searching for
An answer
Without
A dial-tone.
The line’s
Not even dead,
It’s simply
Been cut.
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