I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Booze, sex, prayer, whatever gets you through the night.
Is it a problem that the basis for my entire sense of morality is a comic book from a decade ago that got cancelled because no one actually understood what any of it meant?
Just when I start to figure out the answers, that’s when they change The Question.