Before the onset of winter our dear elephant-God arrives .The beginningless God presides over every worldly beginning ,rising from the mud-peelings of his Magnificent Mother.
He laughs at annoying asymmetry of the imperfect world .The moon mocks at his enormous belly that rocks with food and laughter.
The crowds cheer their clay-God painted in kitschy acrylic colors and national pride is restored amidst cacophonous filmy music.
The Morning is Just a Dream 
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