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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wkYQeGJErE

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holiness...

holiness is a moment.

holiness is a brush against god 

in the knowledge 

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that we don't walk beside him. 

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a sanctified saint 

stands before a crowd

clutching at 

a lost split second 

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and lying

as though that moment 

lasts forever

and that it were only, truly his.

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you can find holiness

in the streets of Newark, 

in the rattling box 

of an Oklahoma train-car, 

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in the torn, schizophrenic pages 

of annotated gibberish

that some detached, unbalanced lunatic

scratched into a leaflet 

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that'd been handed to him at church. 

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he'd brushed against god, too, 

which is why he was there that Sunday.

it's just hard to say, exactly, 

whether he'd lost his mind   

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before 

or after 

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he'd stumbled into its presence. 

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