The Snows of Creation

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oneiria
oneiria
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The true face of God
summons us,

not from a moldy
cheese sandwich,

a stained underpass,
or the Sistine Chapel.

To behold it, just switch
to a TV channel

that does not exist,
though the sages

proclaim that the eye of
a cable subscriber

can no more glimpse
heaven's window

than a camel can pass
through the eye of a needle.

But I have used the clicker
less clicked upon

and that has made
all the difference.


[A word of explanation would likely be appropriate here. The snow you see as static on your TV screen reflects the cosmic microwave background, the residual radiation from the Big Bang.]

oneiria
oneiria
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