Faith. It mixes sun, moon stars, galaxies together; laughs at our definitions of ills, our calculations at insecurities.

Faith eats lions, crushes dusks. It opens the Iris, and dances our feet where angels and demons fear to tread;
is our basic instinct, most abused; Faith:
buried under the dust of the stars we shut in our eyes.

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