Superstition ('Round The Corner)
Superstition surrounds me like
the pride of accidents to a man,
it throats its harmlessness
to the cynical, even while
it unconsciously (or decidedly
against the veins of awareness)
flaunts
its very wares that unabashedly
obliterate safety measures.Its microbial copra oil scratches
on my
son's fever for the light, its
bone stretchings the clicks on
the joints of knowledge explicating
the anatomy of commerce
within arrogance/ignorance and its
voting
ignorance/arrogance, the shield
against
the science of the competition;
an explication not done by
words but the soul of your
faith, namely your fears.There is nothing to lose by this
while there is nothing yet lost,
but from it a lot can be made by
lawyers when
accident turns up on this accident
of our folly. Given such practice
is admirable faith by those
who've seen the recurrence of
miracles, like the ever-loyal
hexagrams to our I Ching
questions; but that it should
disdain the advice of even
tolerant science smacks of
the conceit of 'religion' towards
the
nosiness of those who think more
highly of thinking than lay people
do.A proud miracle is achieved by
one
who kicks his radio and makes it
blare again. An electronic engineer
would investigate such a loose
connection,
without using such a queer
instrument as a shoe.
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