wip/i-am2.txt


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I am a great pillar of white smoke.
I am Lot's nameless wife encased in salt.

I am the wound on Christ's wrist groaning
under the repeated weight of a hammer.

I am the nail in the wound that points
toward heaven.  I am the nail that holds

his kingdom together around my cold
thin body.