the grand mythologies
   of our times
   involve # 2
  pencils
     or F
    the swaying capriciousness
       of rabbit ears
 the hibernating colonists
   of reason
   step forward
into the light
    there is no requirement
      except
acknowledgement
of the arc
  but the grand
mystery
of nature
surely
 that,
no, not even
   nature is to be broken
like a horse and
   saddled
      again
for there's work
needs doing
   the devils handiwork
   is in idle hands
steel
 and lumber
 hogs
   and
silver
   give us this day
      our hubris
to succor
 our righteousness
   it says
    so