Variation 2: IntervalAlice B. Fogel
If in the temporal world of the measure of plenitude that spans the vast interstice hanging in the balance between the invocation and the prayer—O holiest interval—there were no mercy and God the invention said yes I’m here, you rang why tarry Say yes yes I am ready Death is for being done with finitude: If in the temporal plenitude the measured world hung in that vast spin If in the world of interstice measured in balanced spans If in the hung invocation—O Lord— /—O World!—the prayer were no mercy If God tarried in if If in the unmeasurable interval the holy plenitude of yes a merciful intervention If God rang in the balance between here and the holy why why invoke the vast tally if between ready and death God said yes you prayerful span of being I am done I am death for finitude why say if why is.
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