The Christmas Michtam; God have you been so good.
The near edge of Christmas: I can smell it, like the elephant in repose smells the dust of the earth, like the snake when coiled in repose smells his own anus and genitals.
The fringes of the Risen Savior, the Cloud of Unknowing, the interconnected fingers of human animalism and transcendence; if we claim not to have seen, then it has only been carried within us, and if we claim to have seen, then we lacked for it within ourselves and were thus refreshed.
My Lord, My God, as have you seemed afar, but how you within my precepts have compassed the waters.
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