godhead

A million, identified,
overwhelming: heaven's
transition to ground level
grows from the raw soil
then into muddy village.

God sticks to bare feet in mud.
They track the wet earth back to doorsteps, God with them.

A million not realizing in words
what the viewer feels outside of language.

In the one photo I saw,
mud in the path, where
the grass is flattened brown.
Feet stampeding away, people sent outside of view.
Dancing between doubts.

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