Paul pressed his eye
to the barrel
of a microscope
and sought a trigger
to first-person-shooter kill
viruses in his body.
Another day
he placed a fibrous page
of the bible
under the same scrutiny
in his search for god
through the not-so-black
hole of a period
at the end of a psalm.
When he examined
his finger
and through the skin
saw red blood cells
moving like
red coats toward Lexington
he had to decide
whether to remain loyal
to King George
or assemble at Concord.
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