What if you had lost the whole book?
It’s gilt bindings
And all you had left
Were bits of paper

birds of the air…lilies of the field…eyes for eyes and teeth for teeth…

A man whose hair remains unchanged no matter how much
He swears

Just 3
Short chapters–5,6,7
The picture of a man
On a mountain
Proclaiming life
In words that last forever

Because the man does

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