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When I sang Godfire
in the chapel of my youth
to the accompaniment of mistuned pipe organs
and electronic church banjos
the congregation swayed
in waves of subatomic particles
liquid crystal divine,
when I watched the fire-breathers
twirling their batons amidst thunderous
bass that rattled the molars in my mouth
and I witnessed the boys writhing in ecstasy
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