We Are Not Without

Before I forget, it is not without.

Because without would mean; that all

reason and insight, sin and morals

are not, have not and will never. No

matter the absent’s form or function

the feeling of without is yet within.

And if we are left to grope in minimilistic

shadows, or to muddle through tomes

of paradoxical musings, or even to barrel

brashly through the streets of the

Vatican with whores in our beds and

heroin in our veins, we are not yet without.