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Jul 2013
The woodworm carves
its narrow path
among the wood

And Noah plays
his own ship's grace
along with her.

And simply for history's sake
I bring this bit to you
about the beast that did not join
the ark's profound outbreak
into the open sea.

Because, look, it's like this:
who would have brought a woodworm
on board of this huge wooden ship?
Not, I can tell, a bearded man
with hands bound by a devine grip
from high above.

Thus, tiny little holes still linger
in every corner, unexpected,
and once you've spotted their existence
once they're detected -
Help us God!

Or, and this little bit may shock you,
not.
Me
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   Timothy
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