Forgiveness as being: The shop of bones

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Bread is a clothing that coats the bone. "Give us... our daily bread."

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But bone is a clothing too. (What exactly does it clothe?)

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The Place of Poetry was a clothing store where the bones went to put on their clothes. But the bones themselves were a clothing that was put on and someday taken off. What did the bones clothe?

What they clothed, that was what you saw milling around the shop (or desperately queueing in a Russian breadline), hovering if it had the power to hover. Hovering and waiting for bone. This inner "thing", this "what they clothed" was something desperate for a metaphor, something that cried out to be clothed in metaphor, so that it could actually *be*.

Because being, too, that was something external that a creature put on.

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