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The Pool

December 30, 2009

The pool gleams, opening its arms
In a most eager anticipation;
Sapphire light sparkles deep beneath,
Filling the onlookers’ eyes with need.

A god stands at the centre of the pool,
Its arms lifted in silent prayer –
Its eyes are closed, its face blank,
But for the smallest hint of a smile.

The onlookers fall to their knees
And worship at the altar of this god:
It does not stir; not even the Anemoi
Can rouse it from its still silence.

At a cue that none other can sense,
It lowers its arms, and opens its eyes.
Divinity pours forth, and the worshippers,
Acting as one, smile back at their god.

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