As with breathing
so with superstition
a lack
causes their rise and fall...
its rise and fall.
A lack
causes the rise and fall
of both.
It rises again,
superstition:
we never can know all;
and falls:
we're again in wonder's thrall...
wonders' thrall.
douglas scotney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-second-time-3/
