I used to know a God
Until priggish scholars
Instilled their doubts
I then took to praising
Their great and certain universe,
So palpable, so intelligible,
But found this vast, scatter of debris,
Dotted by an ocean of asterisks,
To be in essence me, uncertain and wayward,
And yet, intrepidly bounding forth, expanding,
Desperately searching the outskirts of existence
For something to cling to,
For anything definitive
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