Wednesday, March 9, 2016

7900. OUT OF THE SKY

OUT OF THE SKY
I am lost in the middle of the bible
of time : I walk sideways in harsh
winds. Flying words, thrown like
bullets, rush through the air. Here
is the voice of some Master.
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Congregations always crowd
together. Taking shelter from a
storm, in a singular group.

1 comment:

Martin Kloess said...

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