Here's today's meditation for you - and I'm now onto the story about Lazarus, as you can probably tell:
Meditation 163
The slow disappearing
into the dark cave,
solidity weighting the skin,
impression of night
velvet-rich on the tongue.
It is hard
when the eyes
no longer open:
when will he come
when will he come
when will he
come.
How very jolly I am, eh.
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