douglas scotney - The Second Time

As with breathing
so with superstition
a lack
causes their rise and fall...
its rise and fall.
A lack
causes the rise and fall
of both.

It rises again,
superstition:
we never can know all;
and falls:
we're again in wonder's thrall...
wonders' thrall.

douglas scotney

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