Accretion
Come in, sit down
Stand up and take a seat.
Don’t have to think, just make believe.
The blankets warm, the destination’s bliss
As we segregate from the other fish.
And as we deny that we are one
The Asp’s poison has begun
But to wipe the fear that’s in our eyes
Will send cherubim to proselytize
Then we’ll expand, create the truth
Benumb validity
Belief’s a ruse.
