Beautiful wings without sky, until
Everything’s’ quiet outside.
Eventually, nothing astounds the truly free.
Stars crying out from underground, (how curious)
Tired earthquake (in their) eyes create
Intrigued passers-by, because
No
God
Surrounds them.
To think outside of the box,
You gotta have a box to think outside of.
Maybe
Atheists need a God to not believe in.


. Actually in real life I know very few people that either read or write poetry
...naaaaa, I can usuaaaly smell a kindred spirit a mile away





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