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"On Believing"

Another piece for another class. This one was for a college course called "Professional and Creative Writing". There are some other things in my website from that class. I seem to do pretty decent work under pressure. At least my professors think so. Here's what the prof. wrote at the end of this paper: "Good job on this - interesting topic! I think the imaging of books and New Age paraphernalia provides (as you demonstrate) lots of poetic possibilities! Keep up the good work!" If she only knew.
~ Date lost ~

A friend of mine has books on crystals,
On Taoism, and the occult,
But not one of these books has ever been cracked.

I have another chum who says he can do magic,
Cast painful curses, see the future,
But he won't do anything magic when I ask him to;
"It wouldn't be magic, if you knew when I did it."
Laura, my best friend, crosses herself for good luck,
Dave has a rabbits foot,
Leah worships the sun god, Ra, who's rays she's allergic to.
They believe completely.

I read the books that never were opened,
I don't believe in curses,
And I don't believe in luck.

I don't believe in gods or powers or healing rocks,
I laugh when I see a black cat walking in front of my path.

A friend asked me once what I do believe in.
I smiled, and winked,
Tossed my hands in the air and said simply,
"I believe in me."

Read the books: be the flower.
(~*