Well, I believe in closets packed with ghouls
and one-eyed spiders
And one-legged centipedes.

I believe in Lazarus rising from his tomb,
in David's slingshot
And Pegasus missing the Ark.

I believe in sunshine and a certain kind of moonshine,
That Poseidon dreams of dolphins with one eye open
And that Venus, in her inner torment, was capable
of cutting wings, and leaving Psyche all alone.

Oh, I believe in the sky's roar when it starts to thunder,
In biblical floods and plagues and measures of wheat
that will one day be measured by Famine.

Well, yes, I believe for the sheer absurdity of it
In cyclops with no eyes,
And in barren trees of life.

Cogito, ergo sum.
Credo quia absurdum.
I think, therefore I am.
I believe because I can
In the galaxies in front and behind of my eyes.