in the absence of fact faith is a rational
response so I touch my fingers
against the glass the snow is falling I tell
myself that if the facts are in
question then faith is still a rational
response the ice spears are forming
someday they’ll break no one can
come alone to the realization if the
facts contradict you will be marooned
no man is an island I only made
one mistake Galileo’s accusers
were rational but they were wrong hard
diamond black looking back on a
kaleidoscopic night if you can’t trust
your heart then what is there to hold
on to right or wrong the choices
are few waiting for a summer that
never comes so I tell myself I’m just
numb from the bitter cold and that
seems to make some kind of sense