There is a cistern on the roof of the church, and there is a pipe in the wall leading to a small cistern under the stove.
There are two witnesses, one a teacher and the other a Jew.
They are women.
No one is pretending to be humble.
Naked, well-groomed,
there are no minerals in their skin,
they are waiting in the shade in the water pipe.
Everyone who is expelled from this world with their tongue.
Give enough soil to the palate
makes a stain
Not used to it
Soil eater suffocation
quieter than it should be.
No matter how loud the sound is, there is no one around.
Perhaps
there is a child somewhere
who will not know home
unless there is a fire.
Learn to read from black stone carvings
What do you do when you lift a book?
About the Creator
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Comments (1)
Fascinating symmetry in your epilogue! Great work!