If God Does Not Exist (A Riff)
If there be no God
Then man is scum,
Fungus on a rock
Floating in the drift of space,
A cold then sizzling spot;
The turmoil of the universe,
Its gas explosions far,
The birth and death of light that's cursed,
The entropy of stars;
Then love is all we really have
In the barrenness of space
It functions as a soothing salve
And smoothes a watchful face
poem by David McLansky
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