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Thursday, August 12, 2021

the fishloaf miracle

The witnesses to it
have died. An implicit warning 
often unremarked, to all who'd wish
to witness miracles: are you willing
to pay the price for your agog 
astonishment? 

But let's take it as writ. The loaves,
the fish, pretty much as advertised.

Let us accept this.

The weird, creepy fact
we're left with is: some
of those fish were dead,
but had never even been born.
Spawned. They'd never so much drawn
one sweet wet breath of sea. Those loaves
being broken - had never been baked.

Technically I think that all counts as vegan. 

Which means once again, whether it's 
separation of church and state of veganism, 
Jesus Christ invented it. The guy 

is way too overlooked 
his real contributions lost 
in the miracles 

whose witnesses, unsuspiciously 
credulous and believing it all,
all suspiciously - or is it 
"conveniently"? 

die

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