The Wind through Sealed Minds

Yeh, sure, there’s lots and lots of worlds—
There’s a lot of brains to make them.
True faith needs a tight set of lies

To snare a world and cinch it tight.
The wind still blows through the same trees.
What it means is not what it meant.

If you have faith, in your world facts
Line up like bits of steel to show
The shapes you knew they would or would

If they could take the shapes they should
In your world where you know what’s good.
No faith needs to know more of truth

Than what it knows—truth is a verb
In faith’s world; truth acts for the truth,
And if there are more worlds, they lie.