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Even if God did exist
we`d look all around, Allah in the architecture,
at the frenzied nishikigoi kissing our fingers with loud smacks
when we offer food at the pond's edge
and walking on water
on each other's backs
displaying like flags
as if we should know orange-and-purple-san:
the sulfured one, the blue & black, the cyan touched by white
and the snowy one
possessing on its head a blood-red coin
in our riddled world
tempting as an Advent Calendar door:

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