God Is Safe

The numbers say it, and few need openly disagree,

For it is better to quietly conform when it doesn’t matter,

When a spirit’s attire is neuronic; more real than life.

A being given words for worship and authority,

Unseen outside of conditioned minds given to imagination,

Its power collectively shared in situations of need,

With gaps for non-believers to escape through,

Recusant silkworms leaving behind fine threads

For others to follow if they so wish.