As Above, So Below
P Patti Masterman
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High up in heaven, alone among his streets of gold,
Sits God, deep in depression, head in his hands.
He sighs and says, if only I could see them,
If only they weren't so tiny; maybe then I could believe-
Believe that they really exist,
Instead of seeing them mostly as some dream,
Or some story made up a long time ago,
To keep me from feeling so alone up here..
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