Friday, November 14, 2008

A bell rings deep inside my wrist. A priest murmurs and helps me drown.

2 comments:

Eccentric Scholar said...

Phantom limbs become phantom hymns.

gary barwin said...

nice.

Usually its the prayed-to who isn't there--the 'phantom Him'--as opposed to the phantom hymn. Is the phantom hymn the the 'modern condition'?