Don't Be Silly

Don't Be Silly

Don't be silly.

     You believe

All of this is

      by chance

Merely?

For nothing??     

                Why

Would it exist

           at all

If it weren't for

     something

At least???

           If only

As a plaything

For - wait

         for it -

Gods?…

        another

        level

     of reality...

             a stretch

    of someone's 

 or some thing's

   imagination…

          Get real.

     Something

Is going on

That we should

         find out

            about

        if we are

     intelligent

At all.

And we are

Obviously.  Or

We wouldn't

           think

Like this  

       (or even

Be able to)

         about

Our experience.

                   We

      would just

Be

        like

  - oh, say -

            an ant

                 just

             doing

         Its thing

         without

       knowing

               why

                  or

      wherefor

        or even

   wondering

        about it

                 all

                  at

All…

   The planet

Is a raft

On a sea

That we

Are lost on

Endlessly

       and that

             is all

There is

Period?

          Don't be

          daft.

              It 

        is all    

             at

The very least

Periodic…

          Richard

Dawkins, you

Are a fool.

              Admit

                  to it.

       Or forever

                 hold

  your piece

Of the action

Of a greater

       Being

       than you

Currently

Are

At the very

Least.

           But wait.

There is more

To come

Obviously.

And therein lies -

From the equivalent

Of our leaden skies -

       the answer

                 to

The conundrum

That we have found

Ourselves in

At last,

And recognized it

            for what

                    it is

Fundamentally:

             a puzzle

             that we

Have figured out

           to a certain

                   extent

           at the very

           least.

           Coming

Around again

     for another

                 bite

At It: 

          the apple

          of

Our I.