Under the overpass lay
Priests and prophets.
Ask around and you may
find God, or the
Transcendent minds who,
Through a *****
Needle dwell with him.

Maybe only those free
of society
And failed by humanity;
Stripped of all, even
Themselves, can reach
This enlightenment,
And really find
God.  

We build cathedrals,
And read books in search of him.
Wage war, and raise
Politicians to god
Like figures.
Maybe we all just
Need to lose
our minds.