For a moment, I could smell
this tinge of a burning oil,

and the table-saw dust sprinkled
my mind in a furry way and then,

I knew that everything is one glob,
and I could see that god was hosting

our glob in the most compassionate
mode. Sure, we have disease that is

ubiquitous, universal, individual,
but at least, for a moment, for a tick,

it was mashed gently, inside a soft glove,
comfortable, going to sleep, going home.

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