the gospel of thomas the doubter in poetry

maybe but probably not
you will witness no magic
because that’s what you are
an anti-magic avatar
disspelling the fog of a
blinded demiurge believing
itself a god, itself the God
weaving no enchantments
on the living or the dead
disenchanting them instead
so that these lost shards
of light might shine again
for now we can only see
as in the mirror dimly
as in a scanner darkly
as in a telephone touchscreen
occluded by our expectations
precluded by these regrets
but there comes by-and-by
an end of the Facetimes
in that time we will see all
see each other face-to-face
our hiding hands withdrawn
as if peekaboo with a baby
probably not but maybe