Like a vast number of birds,
Small but social as parrots,
Nesting in a giant tree
Would flee as it fell was God.
The first man ever to cross
The Alps in a balloon would
Later try to float over
Spain but drifted out across
The Mediterranean
Until he vanished from sight.
Presumably he drowned but
They only found the balloon.
Another gasp. Not enough.
God is always short of breath.
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