DIGGING INTO MYTHS.

The fundamentalist
Lives off the belief that there is something central
To their faith,
Something basic,
Pure,
Some underlying truth,
But in searching for the proof
They may find that it’s foundations
Are rootless;

Like trying to look for the house where
Your grandparents
Were born
And discovering it torn down
And built over by a hybrid design of a property
That offers little information of the original place,

Or kids seeking the streets where fog begins
And realising
For the first time
That it’s everywhere at once
And generated not from the earth
But birthed from a combination of all things.

Or mortals
Caught between the east and west
Of birth and death,
Unable to bridge the difference
Because they live with the sense
That there is something greater than themselves,
When,
Really,
There is nothing more important
Than the individual day
That makes itself available
For each soul to find.