Too long among the shadows
Leads one to doubt their form.
Comparisons are muddled at best.
Distorted figurines of faith
Start to sound like truth
The mud was suitable for hiding
Buried among denied existence
Universes we'd rather not confront
Ecosystems dangerously tethered to our own,
Thriving in spite of our best efforts
To smother worlds
We never bothered to learn
Need no air to guarantee life.
The only light
Dead stardust dancing
Behind open eyes that will not see
The body becomes host
We barter our existence
Based on the weight of dead fish
In the barrel.