ROLL AWAY THE STONE
The Son is a state of mind : the Son of Being,
the Son of Presence, the Son of Creation. You
may choose. I light a candle to this darkness.
Only a lost history of writing would bring me to
this point : Salvation at the end of a gun, reading
line and verse of a sunburnt scripture written by
scribes in the Qumran caves
My coffee is from Istanbul. My lighter is from
France. My shroud, (they say), they say, is from
Turin. I like to keep them guessing of things.