Saturday, June 24, 2017

Church

The womb,
a sad church -
harmony of darkness
and soundlessness.

Intrusion, worship;
the darkness being
looked at.

Bent knees -
they soar to a cloud of pain.

Asking.
In whispers.

One last look
at the light 
through the stains -

and they're gone.

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