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yesterday I met god. he had the most freckles ever. he was standing on queen-young corner asking for change. as for the day it fractured scattered in reflections of many puddles. traffic splattered some of the sky into the sun wind. in midday cacophony greater silence concealed. I thought that I might had seen him before, hiding under the blankets from adultery and gushing rain. maybe there was smell but our smell or a leg that was not ours. the floor was cold but there were layers upon layers of clothes and sketches and vinyl records, he could be submerged there. most likely. I went by muttering “a-amen” as if she kissed me again on the tip of my nose.