Faith in Reason

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.