5-18 Religion Is

Everyone is “religious” in the sense we all “worship” someone, something–whether finite or infinite. Who or whatever preoccupies our minds; we obsess about, act compulsively toward is our god. Addiction is idolatry. This cryptic poem is actually about the quoted source’s life.


Religion Is


Religion is a system of wishful illusions, together with a disavowal of reality, such as we find nowhere else but in a state of blissful hallucinatory confusion.

—Sigmund Freud, the Future of an Illusion.


He fished in the depths, where murky shapes

glided like Manta Ray shadows,

fishy eyes glowing red from hellish sockets.

He reeled brackish forms to the surface

where they erupted, eyes doused by light

to float away as wet silhouettes.


Daily he offered oblations to his twenty-some

idols, incense rising in oceanic smoke and

staining walls like layers of old paint.

Samson’s jawbone is chipped away

piece by piece


and at twilight Morpheus anointed bliss

into him through the needle’s eye.


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