I say "great doubt" is of little consequence, my "trust" hides in certain places- plastic soldiers beneath the bed in spools of dust. This war is mine.
"Absolute death" I think is living in a sterile world. The body of a woman becomes unrecognizable, neglected without a crucifix to pin it to.
To each man I give an apple, an addiction, the gorgeous adjective "radiant"... a hundred years this mysterious garden
grows its fruits, although, I'm fairly sure of winter.
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