After some
coffee God pokes at the embers
Until omniscience catches fire. He remembers
To put on omnipotence -- an old coat, but warm --
And ventures outside where existence waits,
Her coat rough and wet from last night's rain,
Eager to be taken for her morning walk.
Under their feet, ground conjures itself;
Grudging birds sing
and small insects
Flit through the surprised and sudden air
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