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A tender heart that hates non-being, vast
and black
Assembles every glowing vestige of the past!
The sun is drowning in its dark, congealing blood…
In me your memory, as in a monstrance, shines!
—#47. The Harmony of Evening
The Flowers of Evil
Charles Baudelaire
…Then the Lord put a mark on Cain so that
no one who found him would kill him. So Cain went out from the Lord’s
presence and lived in the land of Nod, east of Eden.
—Genesis 4: 15-16
“On the Cross between Heaven and these
Blues…”
—“How Great Thou Art” Old Gospel Song
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