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the white Christ

for the gravity is always multiplied for saviours. for their messengers. can we resist? let us hope for mercyful snowfalls. like the one of today, when i marked st. Jacob's with my intruder footprints. black boots on the impeccable snowdown, a red silhouette with hair only half-red. half-dipped in blood, life essence. and half-open for the cycle of passing.

the snowflakes so perfect and still, solace of falling. melting on my mobile screen. i felt i breathed out for the first time in two weeks. chill and stillness.

relief.

and the downward bound Christ that kept me standing agaze. a favourable lord as long as… right, i
almost heard him whispering -


as long as your army
keeps perfectly still


.,.