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Perfection Soup
by Crazy Mary
I've walked five hundred miles to see the face of God
and there in the midst and at the end of my journey,
as well as the beginning, lay me.
My face reflecting in the pool.
I am that face
and the solution toward my finest passionate life
is the essence of that face and its perfection of GodÉ
Minus all the fishies up my noseÉ
and the pond scumÉ
and, um crabs.
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