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Sep 2019
Kirkegard defines faith as our choosings

He chose to self publish
his effort to trick the reader into truth...

heko heko, roars my Finnish friend.

Within the human realm a professor,
may be paid to teach
the
lesson lovers of Sophia have paid to learn
to use right

for lying by lying, quiet, with lying
in wait

suffer it to be so, now

we, the egregious people risen
since
passing the cross, the junction

the matrix, the long and short of it,
ortho-angled

oft times hidden, covered once more,
recovered, not lost,
hidden
and inevitably found by the hiding child.

Christianity, as seen by Kirkegard through words he used
to leave a trail,

just
in case.

Wisdom is justified of her children.

Recreation, enjoy the clown crying wolf, with a sly wink.
Many in the mob will swear to knowing
life's a joke.

Then Fire, Smoke and Mirrors, gone

here is all we have. Am I worth killing in the war
for your beliefs battling my map

from there to here? Hereafter, let us be happy to be
left behind with our choosers and knower intact.
My sunday muse seems mellow, could be something in the ait.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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