Who reads Poems made of tuna, Poems chopped Like lives Into a thousand Little pieces, To be consumed By a hungry Universe That feeds On our billion billion Experiences? Are we God's surrogates, Sent to act out Fantasies Of the Divine? What can we learn Not already known? Does God like To hear us groan? How can He, If we Are part of Him And He Must hurt As much as we?
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