From the collection " The oozing letters wound "

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God

Engraving Words on paper cenotaphs my iron pen demands which God to take which Word to profess

It seeks a Word that hides in its flesh a multitude of sins, a grain of music a note of incantation

It seeks a Lord who sounds, on each Aeolic harp, strong at the start and breathed at the end

A Word of the past, when the world was new and fresh

A Lord whose name contains the whole alphabet beginning with aleph and ending with all letters the last

[Dedicated to Orphaned Land]

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