Sonnet #60

The world is known through sense and wit

For wits must make the sense of worlds

When all the fragments of the real swirl

into our neurology, there's so much data to it

Most of what we must believe is true

Is part of stories about who we are

Where we are going, why it must bear

remembered ways of being, somehow new,

Tell the best of stories about the truth

Tell the most amazing stories to each other

Talk of a universal love, a vibrating tooth

at the birth of the universe, how brothers

and sisters walk in peace to go to voting booths

And seek the sacred symbols from fathers and mothers