ONE MORNING, NEAR THE END OF THE WORLD

One morning, near the end

of the world, or its salvation,

chill like the flesh that has

stopped living, cold like

the conscience of the one

who made dead flesh out

of a living human being;

one morning, near the end

of the world, or its salvation,

waiting for the gravedigger

or the resurrection, touch

that will bring back Lazarus

to his sisters beside the tomb.

29.03.2025

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