My religion makes no sense

and does not help me

therefore I pursue it.

When we see

how simple it would have been

we will thrash ourselves.

I had a vision

of all the people in the world

who are searching for God

massed in a room

on one side

of a partition

that looks

from the other side

(God’s side)

transparent

but we are blind.

Our gestures are blind.

Our blind gestures continue

for some time until finally

from somewhere

on the other side of the partition there we are

looking back at them.

It is far too late.

We see how brokenly

how warily

how ill

our blind gestures

parodied

what God really wanted

(some simple thing).

The thought of it

(this simple thing)

is like a creature

let loose in a room

and battering

to get out.

It batters my soul

with its rifle butt.