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i’d walk over the waves like galilee was a sodded plain
i’d walk over the waves like galilee was a sodded plainthe sun- risen morning of the last day i’d open like shutters and stride through the division in judgement robesafter the last day i’d raise my hand and blessthe wafer i’d raise my hand and bless the wineand by the holes rusted into the palms Continue reading
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before i told him cain had watched wind spin
before i told him cain had watched wind spinthe powdered ground of the land of nod upinto a cylinder of fine sandsaw the lifelike statue of the memory of abel carvedinto a dust devilthe imagined abel’s face sculptedof powdered claybefore i told him cain had witnessedabel in the dustmarcellus believed in ghosts he wasready to Continue reading
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serfs peasants tell each other death happens
serfs peasants tell each other death happensthe moment a body becomesa straw house shuckedfrom the life that had livedinside it as a hermitthe child marcellus heardat the death that happens in winter the lastbreath will be seen to riseas a puffed smoke from a chimney mouth as the the ascetic soul leaves the house never Continue reading
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