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rebuilding as you go
from pieces heaped up
so to speak
in your cupped hand. Sometimes
you fi nd yourself being
intelligent. Maybe
a piece of knowledge
forms slowly.
What to do with it.
Sometimes there is
you connected with God
by emptiness. Ai!
This God does not breathe
and he is alive.
You are afraid.
You breathe in
a bleak freshness.