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The Word says scars

are but the sum of

notre beauté. The girl

who survived the fire

is the most ravishing of us all.

Just murmur that you love her

into what’s left of her knobby ear.

She cannot hear you.

In the End there was a whisper,

and the whisper was

with God

and the whisper was God.

With no one who could listen,

He caused every single

star to adios. A flash & burn

of two-hundred

sextillion

bulbs. Forgetting only

the blind are able to see.

The beautiful, beautiful blind.

Andreas Gripp

June 12, 2025

Jules Bastien-Lepage