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Dreamed 2010/11/9 by Wayan
I meet a goddess, polynamed, forgot--outlived all
her cults. But as our age says gods are dead, she
reads a crystalball.
A man we know knows three eyes are a lie. Playfully
perverse, she tells him alone the truth--her real
names and history.
But he hears evasion--a fortuneteller's fraud.
Sad. Funny! He scorns her wry Apollo-
gy of a burned-out god.
"At least I'm safe. He won't pray to me! I might
grant. Mortals love miracles--damn the cost. So
easy to pray that I'll smite
"neighbors. But plague's a loyal dog: comes home.
And invasions! When whole starving nations
cross deserts, a goddess alone
"can't dam the blood flood. Well, wouldn't--war
to save my leeches? Genocide? So my cults died
and I retired. No more!
"I just do magic, reject all claims. Welcome friends
who let me be." Skeptic's leery, but I find her ador-
able. In the non-seraphic sense.
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