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The young know a god of heaven and hell
("Verily, I say unto thee
Do not worry,
For this mortal life is just a drill):
A supervising holy trinity
Of saving and damning and free will.

Everything changes as a teen.
I came to know a fertility queen,
A goddess of the earthly flesh
Whose rites I seek to perfect.
(Perhaps today?
I see she's not all gone away.)

As I further grow
In my taste for contemplation
I begin to know
A spirit of ultimate inspiration,
Nothing so simple as salvation
Or straightforward as sex,
and I begin to ask the question
"Whence come my answers next?"