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Insomniacafe
from Between Souls
Insomniacafe
If God with his hundred sacred names
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must caper about like a young child full of infinity hiding among a blade of field grass, grey cathedral cornerstones or the wizened hands of a stranger in Calcutta overcome with kindness
in a cosmic game of peek-a-boo, howcan he hold a grudge against those honest enough to say "I don't know if I've really seen him lately?"
Lording over a cup of cappuccino like an Italian monk on watch at midnight, I wonder briefly if the faithful will have to sit in a corner of paradise for a while for perjury.
With another sip, eyes wide as Daruma or some crazed cartoon cat, I wonder if I'llever get to sleep this way...
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