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Sacrificial words need a priest. -
- Someone walks a road against the winds -
- Who are you old man, who in an eve sultry
of human grievance enter the theatron?
to sacrificial you proceed tiers -
who are you old man? - I am a man-actor.
His hair scattered on his old shoulder
he ruled the word and did not squander.

Logos VIII

 

 


 
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