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IN THE WOMB OF STONE
by Charles Carreon
When the sacramental gong strikes, emptiness ... Look! Stranger over the horizon, standing lone by elbow rock -- Comes to make an offering at the cave. Dark now, in the cave, hidden within the thighs of the mountains. A thousand rainbows, flooding all horizons, Angels sending and descending, All waters pure as crystal, All skies ineffably bright.
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