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
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