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The God of Editing
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I looked it up
The plural form
Typed it so
The red line remained
Then I breathed on it
The red line went away
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What kind of cooperation
Might exist
And serve
Between divinity
Electron understanding
And me
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A muse took pity
On my breathing
Or the computer took its time
Somehow
And then the timing
Because maybe God is funny
And has a time of it
Messing
With our loves
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Timing
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God, help me
With devotion
Not the famous kind
I don’t think
I could hold that well
But quieter,
Between the two of us
And any interested
That we all might
Turn
And turn again
So that you and the sun might
Bleed together
And everything
Be many
And be one
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Maybe it is famous,
After all
I learned certain moments
From someone
To begin with
And the well-known word
That ends
It all
‘Til next time
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