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"the trough" pairs a low, bodily container or channel with the direct invocation "Hey Apostle."

Because the page is so fragmentary, its force comes from abrupt juxtaposition. The upper phrase grounds the page in a trough, something humble and material, while "Hey Apostle" sounds half greeting and half accusation, as if the speaker were calling holiness down into a rougher, more improvised world.

A single line, Hey Apostle, functioning like a calling card for whatever follows.