11/26/07

at my knees in a church that is you while light through stained glass splatters red across my cheek, beneath the steeple below the spire under a sky that went ablaze. dissonant gospel echoes up and down in a cat-mouse game with the bell tower, stop and go in this meadow of thick power, hide and seek like your book of bleeding wisdom leading a sinister choir into a blind and furious reenactment of your buried era amongst green boards and school desks used as shields by a macro army poised bow-ready and sneering before a monster atop a solid gold throne that rolled with the waves and landed with a crash onto your dark shore.