not know why I thought
naive syncretism that
white procession led us to the sea on a platform for offerings
and because the night is burning in his delirium
I dreamed of a canopy covered
colored slips
a black priest smiled from across
hundred-thousand-petal
blue paper hanging from his neck
kissed us both cheeks
I believe in miracles and
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