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The number of gods
I’d bet isn’t one;
Far better the odds
Of many or none.
Unfinished Easter Island gods
Long abandoned in the quarry,
Their heads not in clouds but in clods,
Tell a mythopoeic story.
Feng shui
When I leave my bedroom door
Open at night while I snore,
All the demons of the south
Stream unhindered to my mouth.
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