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On the third day after my member was mortified in Your mollification sent You three messengers to me;
I ran and undid the straps of their tireless feet,
Those feet my sand-like enumerated children would emulate
In praise to You five millenia after our compact, Lord,
“Kadosh, Kadosh, Kadosh….”
“Holy, Holy, Holy….”
As I made them to be,
Knowing not their celestial origination but seeking solace in the wisdom of stuff You Created,
Grateful for a chance to serve You, as You Serve,
In Lovingkindness, sans seeking satisfaction aside in the act of giving itself.

The leather is new, as though never worn,
my first clue these three were not what they seem;
So little sand stuck to their sandals,
As though they’d not walked the leagues to this tent that stands in the stead of an oasis;
But still I scrub, as though there was a satisfaction in scouring itself,
As though heaven’s doors could be found between their supposed toes,
That solace could be crept into in the somber supplication of sweat and soil and the suffocation of detrius,
That salvation was something to be had here, scraped off strangers’ shoes.

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