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Are you there…? All right. I just wanted to say that the moon rounded itself, finished, while I was in a church filled with Lutherans. I was filling my pew with my “What?”and aboriginal cries of “Next!” when I felt, right through the ceiling, a bowl-skull turn to itself through mediations of light, and finish there, gorgeous, devoured of change. The day took its last sex with it into the candle. I saw this as most-minister ended his benediction, his hand orbiting factual breath, my wife installed on the creatures of a futureless “thou.” The night flows, the sacraments, the sheep of our congregation beheld the oceans within them fulminate in absolute attraction to a butchery that has hounded them all their lives, while God’s tear (the shed moon) was finally buttressed from under and above at one and the same time differently, and now swells with perfect address and annoyance. Yea, entirely, the moon moved a further quarter inch into the dark, and the God who lives on the other side, in its black town, chortled in my root. ( 3 Messages Left On My Answering Machine By Georg Wilhelm Friedrich
Hegel The Night The Berlin Wall Fell Regarding The Moon Becoming Full )
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