Hour is, shift and fall
of the table
slender hand
a voice in dull
at the rooster sound
aphonic in the pray
the muffled pray
the aethernical smell of this tissue
black, black
of the veil across
little voices
On the muffled pray,
before the sun frozen responso
chatting are the aromas of the wax
inciense, the candle....
Hour is, shift and fall
The body
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