man is always
a crowd and gods
mix,
in the confusion
of sorts,
the become one and
the same
all pebbles and sands
and wind
and night
except perhaps
some flickers
could be fireflies
and
zephyrs
stars
diamonds or
mere
grains of sand
reflecting
a late
afternoon sun.
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