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This fragment condenses the surrounding pages into a few stark lines about order, death, and a belated glimpse of grace.

Because the page is partial, it reads almost like notes toward a larger poem. Even so, the tension between arrangement and revelation is still clear.

A short page of the cloth-tying lines. The cloth that tries to tie things up. Regardless of appearance or any arrangement for death. We see a napsack, a priest, never say I have not seen an angel until today. The book keeps this small verse in its pocket.