Scientific Religion
We stand upon the ebbing seashore with
Our backs turned firmly on the past unless
We need it in our daydreams. They are myth
We build on while envisioning success
Or what we think the future offers. We
Imagine we can almost touch it, yet
We know down deep our eyes will never see
Utopias except as fragrant goals. Fret
As much as common sense allows, we still
May pine away while facing to the west,
Or some aurora dream, or ermine thrill.
Such futures do not come at our behest.
..And nowadays we look through microsopes
….Because we dare not dwell on seashore hopes.