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Poem: The Rounded Eyes of the Pagan God

Are exitways for the Soul--

and so the eyes half in awe, half-dazed

to house so great a magnanimity

never close.

Rock god with your look

of surprise. Be calm. The Soul peers out

but rarely goes.

By Geri Doran