The Great 

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All the grand
There is to please, please see
They see as black and white

All the hidden 
That would with all senses be touched
They shoo with tilted heads

“My god?”
The thought to speak tho’ not aloud
“How dare you make time for this?”

lesser god 

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When I will laugh aloud unabashed
How shall I wait five days more
Dear Thor with all godspeed 
Move with the pace of the light 
That may give me good reason to shield mine eyes sooner 

God Said

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I might’ve left you there
On the floor, propped up near the door
Gingerly wrapped in plain brown paper 
Instead, as I remember, I scooped you up gladly
Wanting to know why
Shouldn’t you be placed in the center of it all
In the gathering place
So that if they cared
Everyone could know