the unconditional text

There he is,
right where you left him.
A faithful sacrificing religion
to avoid falling into the abyss of hope.
The unfruitful.
Now,
an obstinate wannabe atheist
far from conviction
claiming the right of happiness,
that, if unexpected things finally happen,
no waiting game's being lost.

The mending of mistakes
makes of life
a machiavellian game.