What does it mean to say that faith alone works?
Or that faith in itself can drag a whole mountain to the other side.
Of course faith rests its laurels on the impossibility of the fleet
of dreadfuls worshipping a magnetic bounty of light in
the neutral distance. I am tired of so much confusion,
of dreary, ugly ideas, of nonsense.
Now to strangers and friends—of columns of stars organized for the
    onlookers here,
any several of the tropical trees, any several hocus-pocus earth-
muffin types. You should stay clueless amongst your granola
huts and your failed relationships. I was told everything
does go back to one’s miserable family, and it’s true it’s
the root of all odes to neurosis. Look here
between the cherry, the sugar maple, and the shagbark hickory    
you stand out like a sore thumb in Bethlehem. Accept that nature
itself wouldn’t have you and your former sport of death of life
of foul-mouthed abuse, it is all egregious and against clairvoyance,
charitable dreams groomed for a billion swine.