The infinite,
a definite article.

I crafted a faith from the balsa wood tree
subtle and supple and
yielding
like me.

The indefinite article,
a death that lasts for
a lifetime.

Who knows but a long time could tell in what fiction we dwell?
is this mansion a house among many?

While the jackdaw gnaws at my bones I have found friends in high towers and homes where they welcomed me,
Intuitively I knew the new religion was true,
the words on the walls were a lie.

Charity begins when clarity wins and the needs of the many are met.

You can't feed on fish when the hungry go hungry and can only feed on the wish to be fed.

All we can do at the end of the day is count all our blessings and then give them away to those who aren't quite so blessed.

Mind unity
infinity
both
you
me
Intensively
working for the common good
would be good.

I trawl on this travel trying to wrap up or unravel the puzzle of life.
All that I catch are the bones that match those that the jackdaw's been gnawing.