What a vague and flexible
Concept a God is,
A trading post for ideas
Where treaties are made
Under one protective sign
That means many things
To the negotiators
And the horse traders
Sheltering their business there.
Occasionally,
A dispute burns a post down,
A post is abandoned
Or besieged, becomes a fort.
Less business gets done
In the palisades' shadow,
But still, some gets done.
It's the desire to transact
But get the better
Of the transaction that makes
God flexible, vague.
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