mystery is not what we have not found
mystery is what we will never find
mystery is not what we do not understand
mystery is what we will never understand

mystery is being stolen from us
in small moments and in little ways
until we are left with the antiseptic truth
of a reality scrubbed clean of the divine
and left to its empty self
prostrate before its own golden image
full of an echoing indulgence
confused only by its puzzling lonliness