Fool’s Gold

Haunted, lacking, disturbed,

an atlas unshrugged seeking guidance,

I’m advised to

“Keep the faith.”



In my pocket?

Where its apt to be torn and misused

or wander off merrily with some spare change?


Maybe in my eyes

(apparently they’re the windows to my soul,

complete with coarse eyelash drapes & white welded shutters).

or buried in my hands,

humming along the lines of fate

with palms suddenly sweaty fluttering dervishes.


i think

i’ll keep it

in YOU

(not that i know you at all)

because blind faith in a stranger

is an endangered species,

too often mislabeled as

fools gold.


Maybe faith

is meant to be shared

and not kept at all.

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