We are saved by
We are transformed in
Our trying and trying again
Knowledge of everything
Knowledge to infinity
All that transcendence
Not bloody likely at all
All slaps at the dark
Astray, illusion, sacred
Calves in our habits
Because they work
They have bloody worked
Ants with their ant gods
Us with ours
Nothing will get to us
Until it works, then stops
And so we’ll try again
Slaps at the dark
We are saved by
We are transformed in
Our trying and trying again
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