Of course, I cannot prove a word of this —
for the evidence is long since fallen
victim to conquest of truths
its distant cousin, or worse,
no relative at all.
Of course, I cannot heap up a mountain
of facts and figures
at our empirical idol’s feet and offer up
a smoking sacrifice
of eye-witnesses or reliable written
So I must trust, instead, to the resonance
of cellular memory
to bear witness to my findings, born
out of chance readings of varied texts
that are magically related
in fully unexpected ways.
I must fall back on our faded, jaded,
ragged-edged ability to believe, our stressed
willingness to suspend disbelief
just a moment
till my side is heard out.
The following is less the offspring
of invented theory
than discovery and hope.
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