Frère Egbert, suddenly unsure
the world was sinful, doubled down on scripture--
He beat his breast, he harrowed his back with cords
wore haircloth, gardened in the snow, he wept
he crept upon his knees from Nice to Lourdes
fasted till nearly dead, and wished he were so--
yet every time he looked outside the window
he saw birds
the world was sinful, doubled down on scripture--
He beat his breast, he harrowed his back with cords
wore haircloth, gardened in the snow, he wept
he crept upon his knees from Nice to Lourdes
fasted till nearly dead, and wished he were so--
yet every time he looked outside the window
he saw birds
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