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Communion Communes
The memory of an agape lasts. communion communes.
Was this why he desired to dine with his dear disciples?
It's not a meal for a meal or a tune for other tunes.
It's a psychosomatic soul beyond birth-death cycles.
He broke his body. He shed his blood. It's in bread-wine form.
Doubts filled them like monsoon clouds. They were, like lost desert sheep.
Should, true love follow, like hard rocks, an illogical norm?
He had, for his eternal father, promises to keep.
Did they eat it just like other meals where there was no death?
Was it his death that, like Fall after Fun, turned all its course?
Is it, in this universe, more precious than our last breath?
Isn't judgement derived from the author of every source?
Touching yet not touching, like water drops on lotus leaves
Did he not touch each and all? Each blossom to each here heaves
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Christuraj Alex
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