Last night we finished watching the show 

I’d love to talk to the writer 

After seven episodes, there was a lot to think about 

Still so much I don’t know 

Vampires and Bible verses

Overzealous do-gooders and skeptics 

A town was left in the end with empty purses 

It was so hectic 

Reminiscent of Jonestown

But what made a few look around?

Consciousness was there all along 

It was never gained or lost 

Even in death 

We can’t ever get it right 

Despite our best efforts 

What will happen to us come daylight?

There’s a dazzling fruit tree in the middle of all this 

But taking the fruit and eating still leaves us amiss 

I don’t trust the people who are sure 

Taking that fruit, even sharing it, doesn’t seem like the cure 

So maybe I’m more on the fence than I’d like to admit 

One of my favorite song lyrics is, “I have felt the fire get put out by too much gasoline”

Aren’t we all looking for something pristine?

On the fence, in the center aisle, I sit (where there are no seats)

I know there’s something there but I’ve got a sense of unease

Just like the air 

It’s good, it’s the proper way to be 

But I can’t touch it 

No, it’s a mystery 

So I hesitate to take any cup 

Not sure if I’m a coward for not standing up 

But I know there’s other people here 

I stand at the foot of the cross 

Mesmerized, like Thomas, but unsure  

Hesitant, vigilant, like a deer