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

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Eccentric Scholar said…
Phantom limbs become phantom hymns.
11:32 AM
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'?
12:41 PM
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