"Closes his eyes as if in prayer: and it's peaceful somehow. Recalling senselessly the old familiar words, worn smooth by childhood repitition. Blank tokens now, long since expired, exchangable for nothing. Consoling merely to weigh and handle once again, yes, thy kingdom come."
I keep coming back to this passage and mulling over it, what an expertly crafted mental image and sequence of words.
— Mar 31, 2025 10:23AM
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