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     In the asylums, & of the catacombs of aurelli, petras, cypriani, & traces of the roman viaducts of  thames & hadrian's wall,  & liffy---of mass murder, not resisting, but yielding--
but in the root of the desire to die with him, that we may imitate him, of our disbelief, as to be broken with body & blood of Christ//.


            We rise, as to understand, what we can ever have faith,
when the World has always been faithless or, no more in 
Works of Love.



       Here, I rise & die, trans-morphing--to what we can not know, between fate, destiny, tuke & to give an upper hand the North Winds of providence as not a broken record player.//


& true spell, &  Maria's Mystogogy of Illuminous Mystery of the Mysteries//as a scholar, wayfarer, & beggar & recusant of what time does not reveals & as to punish//those who inquire to  La Belle Sans De Merci Traffique, as in imitation of SS. John, Beloved Apostle  & Paul of Tarsus in a penal colony, of my own severed head I hold with my prostrate hands.


Will lose its presence, to further shock via the road of the the bi-way of wager of loss of hope via negativa of belief or faith_______________.>>>



Credo?  lex orendi---


Neither in the daily idle hours
of mid day demons' howl;

a theater of what is neither

what is true nor,***of falsehood 

will make itself a criterion of the 

still point decision to affirm

what is left of the death of the god;

for that as empty rhetoric, if truly
the kernel of signs***--as
if so Tertullian believed
because it was an Impossibility
of an Absurdist Order of
Good Creation.








W. Peniel Ryu-Kim Sadis__

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