The Recording Angel


The child asks about earth
The earth is a school. It is a waiting room, a foyer giving onto emptiness
It is for desires, small but beautifully done
The earth is wrapped in weather, and the weather in risen words
The child is awake, singing to himself, speaking in a language ending with the word

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