I have faith in the faithless,
an ardent striving
for clarity, for a
thought
which
could
only
be
by necessity.
doubtlessly true,
hitting me with the force of
pure reason.
But I do not know,
do not have the patience
to make beginnings
to cognize the flaws
in my consciousness’s laws
that cannot but assume
its own capacity
its own veracity
its own tapestry
of contents and forms.
but now thinking of thinking
I see
thinking thinking thinking
doing its own work
acting on itself
moving
to validate itself
before looking anywhere else
or accepting any of the rest,
revealing what comes first
and what comes next,
putting itself to its own test.
so, silently, I put away any hope
extinguish any desire to know,
so that when eating an apple
with a tongue ever-tasteless
only the truth of truth alone
will abolish my faith in the faithless.
