• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 07

WHEN THE ROCK MOVED

I don’t know who you are,
woman of strange origin
and eye-denying dress.

I don’t know who you are,
creature of a different soul
from some dark wilderness.

“I am newly risen”,
Christ said, “and wear this guise
to spare you from distress.”

I exist across time
I am omnipresent.
And the veil was lifted.

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