in God talk epiclesis makes,
as dough to bread,
illuminations, for Rimbaud
a word-present all
now spoken,
a symptom of other,
and those lines
'Qu'est`mon neant, aupres de la stupeur
qui vous attend? '
and poetry-
the word made flesh,
the real exposed,
and.. resurrection?
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