“We believe in nothing, Lebowski.”
I was in a meeting
A corporate rah-rah affair
Felt like a church service
But I am not a believer
Speeches and sermons
Roll off my shoulders
No brag or dismissal
Often I want to adhere
To something
A cosmology, a canon
A simple goddamn schedule
A routine, a regimen
But too regularly
They seem regimes
Instead of stabilizing,
Sprout leaves that
Obscure full truth
Leaving twilight of knowing
And refutation of other
Ways of getting “there”