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Orange flavoured ball echoed by a silver plate.

Honking giant metal geese, angry eyes of red.

Zooming,wheeling, almost colliding.

I clutch at anything I can but all I can reach is faith.

A fat man, a god’s man, clad in white, the mark of the holy, on his forehead sits.

Leave your shoes, offer this and that,

And thank me with,

All I’m asking is,

All you must pay is…

I barter my faith.

Then? Then I meet shining brown faces, baked just right,

Hot out of oven, hope in their eyes.
Dancing, debating, grateful, learning. In them

I harbour my faith.