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Compline   Night, and my offering is due, I have electronics, touch screens, apps, My stall is cold, a candle casts white flush   Of death across my hands; Sacrifice, the ever-sacrifice – Table, Bread, Wine, flesh, flesh, flesh –    Awaits, deeper in the dark,  Further away than ever before, O God make speed to save us.   My knees crack on stone, oh prayer, Holy Ghost! Come! If, and if all things, Defend us from perils, dangers of night.   I search whitewashed walls for glimpse – Flick of feather, magic-light, dove – I look down. Backlit icons await my grasp.

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