Against the Day

[rich]

You gained respect as we passed
Not a wave, a gestured wink
I was forced to think
I couldn't ignore
I've seen you before

Joking aside, face to face
It's the one I cannot place
A hint might enlarge your imprint
I think I've had a taste of a savoury
Denial would be a waste

Lying prone
Hiding in a column, between SALE and ZDRK
Sky, sand, and moorland, shepherd's delight
But not in the sun
Which stops you from walking

I might find you
But I lack the patience
Passed a corner, you'd been stolen
Ate a meal, you'd been defaced

You'd been defaced...

On Sat, May 29, 2021 at 8:32 AM Cagliostro_the_Impossible via Pynchon-l <
pynchon-l at waste.org> wrote:

> John 12 (KJV):
> 3 Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and
> anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house
> was filled with the odour of the ointment.
> 4 Then saith one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, which
> should betray him,
> 5 Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence, and given to the
> poor?
> 6 This he said, not that he cared for the poor; but because he was a
> thief, and had the bag, and bare what was put therein.
> 7 Then said Jesus, Let her alone: against the day of my burying hath she
> kept this.
> 8 For the poor always ye have with you; but me ye have not always.
>
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