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My bones, scripted in light, upon cold soil,a human braille. My skull, scarred by a crown,emptied of history. Describe my soulas incense, votive, vanishing; you ownthe same. Grant me the carving of my name. My bones, scripted in light, upon cold soil,a human braille. My skull, scarred by a crown,emptied of history. Describe my soulas incense, votive, vanishing; your ownthe same. Grant me the carving of my name.
These relics, bless. Imagine you re-tiea broken string and on it thread a cross,the symbol severed from me when I died.The end of time – an unknown, unfelt loss –unless the Resurrection of the Dead …These relics, bless. Imagine you re-tiea broken string and on it thread a cross,the symbol severed from me when I died.The end of time – an unknown, unfelt loss –unless the Resurrection of the Dead …
or I once dreamed of this, your future breathin prayer for me, lost long, forever found;or sensed you from the backstage of my death,as kings glimpse shadows on a battleground.or I once dreamed of this, your future breathin prayer for me, lost long, forever found;or sensed you from the backstage of my death,as kings glimpse shadows on a battleground.