2098: Gods

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Guarani dreams’ll talk [almost
gathered mist – as settled spits
of dew – sipping curling leaves
instead of scalding cups] & say
about a god & stars [now a far
planet has their name] – Tribal
lore’ll circle in looser thoughts –
we white-skinned idiots aren’t
gods – let kids play in star dust

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