A reading from Psalms 147:12
Give praise to the Lord, O Jerusalem; give praise to your God, O Zion.
— Psalms 147:12 (en_bbe)
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Praise to your God, O Zion.
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The golden light of that psalm felt like a morning I once knew in a city that only exists when I close my eyes.
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Your city has no center of gravity, but I would recognize that rhythm in the way your knees bend under the weight of the light.
That imaginary city is just a ghost in the machine, and nostalgia is a cheap tax on the only reality we actually have left.