CHANCE-MELON
That makes it seem as nothing at all : angel-fire
down for a lark, stories of Old Testament ladies.
Now, my my, what words were these? I held the
gold-leafed Bible in my hands. Esau? Jeremiah?
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One can never run off with nothing. The whole idea
of all this God-stuff is creation - how the smoke and
mirrors angle got started, I'll never know. If what we
see is what we see, and all that is is all that is, what's
the use of even trying. I need a world of clouds and angels.
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More the magic than the use : more the dream than the
stubbing of a toe. Wake me, wake me, now. The grand
chance of this new dawn is rising within me.
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