Religion is a mental dome where artificial diodes sparkle.
Visual noise making the night sky inaccessible.
No one but you spins the wheel of ignorance,
as one lights up the screen to fill the space,
as one joins the clubs of swarming people
Neon parasites, clouds of mosquitoes
that feed on the filaments of thoughts
Where one keeps coming back to muffle the angst.
Then, the power cable for screens, speakers, street lamps and light bulbs
Malfunctions, and lets you see
The night truth.
Where would you go back to, now ?
©FJ Jan 23