Thursday, December 25, 2014

"Where Are They Now the Sins of Omission"

He's forgotten
More than I will
Ever be given,

Whole languages
In which he wrote
Becoming ghosts.

I can name names.
I can't name things.
Some are angels,

Some angels sing
Only the name
Of their own Lord,

Holy, and vain.

He could name things
No names could name.

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