When white is black
all the bones change
the notes are spread as wings
above a storm

The horseman acts alone
but in fatigue meanders, filled with moisture

When resonance is silence
The tears of God become our wheat

Broken bread is fractured;No splint for the will,the starving child
What excited virgin is tasting blood
as the drums are hammering home?
What soldier’s itchy finger scratching?

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