So
My youth was yoked to Lent and Liberation
Mistrusting both and finding desperation
Then off to college to be met by atheist disguised
Who told me God is proven extant by nuclei of atoms necessitized
Of fingers of God to hold each one together—
Science confounded by the task and God now comically encumbered.
Whoop! Ho! Science rising to the task. Myself enlumbered.
To philosophy! To star charts! To hedonism!
Disenchanted by all and then to humble habitude.
So it goes and so I chose
To face a freedom in a stately pose.
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