FROM FACE TO FECE
On the day of Umbra a blind black kitten came to
visit.
It cast its shadow.
I washed and rinsed its eyes with my words and left
the rest up to CREATION.
Once fed, it, the cat, departed to merge again with
Corpus Christi.
Such was the transition of Venus at our farm.
The above is a mess age for women religious who
walk their talk from Ma Bell, Mother
Nature and Mother Superior in Lucerne.
So remote it be!
The Nordan Sculptor at Oxford on Rideau
ABRACADABRA from alpha to omega
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