Falsity in Drag at Best

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The fact we hold in common with all things

Except our gods and Gods is that we, each

One, has a shadow, but despite this wings

Sprout out from human cores and, thus, we preach

Of higher matters.  Gods do not have shade

Or shadow, so we know that shine shines false.

The glorious gods and all such like are made

By us like Hollywood projects its waltz

Of make believe and fiction, Silver Screen

Of dancing lies, a Ginger Rogers flick

All swift and swirl, chiffon in sweeping scene,

Untruthfulness as all religions, slick.

  Her Fred Astaire can prance, and she can step,

    But our religions, all, can only schlep.

February 23, 2026