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“You cannot see my face,
For no one may see me and live.”
(Exodus 33:20)

Filthy hands; rats in the walls.
Fetid flesh walks about in the dark.
I sweat through the coldest nights
Alone, with their hair in my eyes.

The candle flame wavered
As in the winds of a mountain,
But the air had long gone stale
With mildew, musk, and hate.

Frost lightning struck.
The wall obeyed
The parting clouds of a storm,
And I saw the face of God,
And I saw his eyes were rotting.

I've been in this basement for a year.
My skin is piled on the stairs.

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