The story of a god that I've imagined
in a set of propositions, in a verse,
in a koan or a riddle that's perplexed
a litany of monks. The story of an
author, a creator of splendid refractions
and reflections of light. A story written
but never told, a story told without a
language or a reasonable translation.
This sequence of discrete happenings
realized in some order, the story of
an idol in the figure of a grapheme.
There is no god without you, the breeze
is your messenger, the various books
disclose the surfaces of your mystery.
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