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…And here is the real El GrecoIn the eclipseOf the crowded hallThe figures resurrectingIn the madnessIts flamesThe colours throbbingWith bloodIn the cracks of the templeIn the heavensAmong angels deceasedOn EarthFarther and fartherHeavier and heavierWith the single soulClimbing the marble stepsOf the webAll the way into theGod injured emptinessWhere either enlightenmentOr a body Turned into a column of saltHe knew neither* Written October 5th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 09:14 PM PST 0 • 13
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"…And here is the real El GrecoIn the eclipseOf the crowded hallThe figures resurrectingIn the madnessIts flamesThe colours throbbingWith bloodIn the cracks of the templeIn the heavensAmong angels deceasedOn EarthFarther and fartherHeavier and heavierWith the single soulClimbing the marble stepsOf the webAll the way into theGod injured emptinessWhere either enlightenmentOr a body Turned into a column of saltHe knew neither*..."