Sunday, April 03, 2005

exhalations


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the sound of stars
like arrows piercing petals
with cathedral robes and silence
in the thickened sweep of corridors,
the measured streams of trailing crowds,
their fading fragrance in the fallen night and
moisture, of the weeping glass, of wine on lips,
the red fatigue of bells that gather up the world
into the broken immobility of one extinguished soul


Karol Jozef Wojtyla
1920-2005
Parkinson's Disease

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