HOLY FRIEND
My holy friend from Gehenna
comes back from somewhere.
He wears a garland of white
petals around his neck.
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It is very early on a
dark blue morning.
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I try to look past him
to see from where he has
come. I cannot see anything.
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The distance is like the
foreground to us -
many things of a material
nature, clamoring for attention.
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