NaPoWriMo Day 26

  the world comes down

much like how the old gods shrank, so they were no longer mountains with their shoulders above the earth, much like the gods shrank, the pools of their eyes no more oceans; no more the goddesses and gods forests, trappedlocked in one twisty tree that one can choose to worship or ignore on the way to the mall, trampling the earth god's skin, the temple just a lovely shell, the hollow places empty, new and quite cool cruel clevernesses, but semi sceptic health fanatics, genuflection into swipe mes, scarce monthly outlay of mothlike prayers, mystery-intolerance - much like this, is how it feels, you'd think

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