kircher in the rhine
numbness
fills
the
body empty
hands stay
loose
in an
anchorite's
song
he
heard
of light
frozen,
holy, s
weeping
fast
away
from his mother's call
he
is, the ice is
a thousand stars white, blue
but
within reach
pulled
from a snowy bank
he
has a cold and GOD
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