the fingerpaints of god

like falling in

love: can’t under

 

stand how it works;

why it stops working

 

or how it winds up

again. how it

 

rings out

in the night–

 

red-sings

across

 

steeples and 

train bells–

 

like how a rail thinks big

and a tower thinks high.

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