March 26th

Frost which melts.
Sunshine which touches thin and bony fingers.
The forces are poised,
not yet agent,
waiting. For something.

I had a seeing this morning,
a knowing,
that many, many gods are nothing like human
with thought, emotion, motivation.

That had been a little naive of me.

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