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Sunday Morning After Church
- Red-hot iron, white-hot iron, cold-black iron; an iron taste,
and iron smell, and a Babel of iron sounds.
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- Planet's Primary, Alpha Centauri A, blasts unimaginable quantities
of energy into space each instant,
and virtually every joule of it
is wasted entirely...
- God, from the mount of Sinai, whose gray top
Shall tremble,
he descending, will himself,
In thunder, lightning...
- I hold a scrap of paper in the darkness and
light it.
I watch it burn bright and curl, disappearing
into...
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