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1.vi.23
4.153
down as far as fear, obey
ekphrastic for Lövith Egon Marc’s 1987 Az első éjszaka
(First night)
how very small our
bible
you’d think it was
full
but everyone fits in
some murder, a
captivity, the ordered sacrifice
who hasn’t built
their own prison as such?
very stiff these
necks
words no one knows
these are the oldest
tricks
someone has swallowed a whale
there’s a ladder
there are angels
and later, the saints
pile on the passengers
it’s like a train spinning wheels
some have always been full of light
and some are led to it
some away
there are thousands of years
to the secret place
old country, long lost
ambiguous promises
crimes to which commit
all round
and punished for some greater good
or say not so
these relatives of mine
I mean the human race
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