Agnostic Fervor Forever

One night wondering, “What could I find?”
With this Tool tuned towards such things I mind,
A store, a story, a philosophy resigned,
An end to a finish of a polished blind.

I have calibrated too much, I have found this end,
I have carried myself around the bend but I–
I want more. I need more… but greed is caustic,
I resign to sign my stone “agnostic”.

And so the people on a Sunday trip,
Walk solemnly past my lonesome grip,
But, no–
My stone will stay to strive,
If not my green reside alive,
It will stay until the day it be demolished,
Forever “agnostic”, however unpolished.