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Jesus
Christ at the Last Supper
leans
in consolation from too
far
from here over the one to be consoled
as
if He were to be consoled pushed
from
the death into the death
outside His cloud of death
from
outside He leans forward
and
consoles. He rather comes
from
our soul like an uninterrupted
inaudible
rustling as in front
of
a railway station in a borough.
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