Boom! the new millennial prophets elaborate
fictions of a heterodoxy
inherent in the program of the Catholic
Church. The dogmas of a diverse sort
absolve themselves, resolve their meanings to
infinitesimals. I hear the words,
articulations of investigations
empirical in nature, others less
acute in praxis, and I hear a song,
a poetry in it. She moves a meme
across a screen the way the Sun is brought
about the sky. I sit and rest within
the winter of His poor democracy
to count the personalities I'm shown.
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