Breaches and Branches

The spaces between leaves on a branch
Does not know you
The spaces between the leaves where the sunlight
Breaches through knows nothing of bankers

Religion is based on assumption
If human progress is true
It is the very slow ever-revoking steps
Assumptions are the windmills
Of still and silent resilient repressions
Salient responses, stoking the Carmichael dreary pass

No one dares take down the old windmill
Instead it is pressured, honored, a tourist trap
A derelict trap in instilled memories for foggy night sweats