Quaking Floors

As Freud identifies the Unconscious as a site of resistance to rational knowledge, could the same also hold true for the (modern) Subject's (unconscious) belief in God? Can we be truly godless?

Why was it so the infant eye,
Midst dry summons of nameless sense,
On the ashen face did decide?
Through guarded doors and curtains tense-

Whence all stony figures became!
From phantom wheres and times unfound;
The dim-lit gazes unsurely framed,
Spill onto the silent surrounds...

And glared the ghastly crimson trails!
Veiled in clouds of incense savour;
While manic chants to metals played,
Their heads held to the quaking floors...

(Why is it now thus lettered I,
Yet return to its banal repeat?
Yet trace thy call to ends of time?
...Plagued by silent phantasies.)