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In the Luck Factory |
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Fortuna’s eco-correct, green canvas
cornucopia spills perfect black dots onto conveyor belts of naked red ladybugs. |
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The elephant-god forges silver horseshoes, flings one with his
trunk to test on Buddha’s head— |
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Clank. Around Gautama’s neck! He grins, and spins his
karmic wheel. |
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The dolphins and fu bats sit together in the cafeteria. It is not an easy friendship,
squeaking in different languages. The scarab sits alone, munching old four-leaf clovers. |
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Hamsas hand-jewel their palms, fire themselves, zap the slimy evil eye crawling towards you
on fly’s legs. They beckon you through turquoise synchronicity-doors to corridors of
pulsing radiances. |
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Outside, the white cat pads along, bell ringing.
Forepaw raised, she beckons the moon. |
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Meow. The moon is a smiling white cat. |
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