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This, A Gospel

In the beginning my beginning hummed with the sound of a thousand other beginnings. Now, when I say light, I stare away from sun & into your body. If I am to be in possession of anything, I want it to be my state of witness. How difficult to see the consanguinity of rivers, one […]

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The Burning Ladder

Jacobnever climbed the ladderburning in his dream. Sleeppressed him like a stonein the dust,and whenhe should have risenlike a flame to jointhat choir, he was sickof traveling,and closedhis eyes to the Seraphimascending, unconsciousof the impossible distancesbetween their steps,missedthem mount the

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