A man is cradling a book, knelt at an
alter adorned with wine and candles.
The whole chapel is one of symmetry,
buttresses aligned, stained glass windows

paned evenly. The service begins and
ends with a blessing, a reassurance.
Another man is bent over a desk,
his fingers curled around his own

instrument of belief, a narrative constructor.
He is sifting through the same queries,
beginning to map the patterns
of this world, invented or otherwise.