Immured within red rigid walls
Clinging to pillars of sun-bleached bone,
the olive wood dries.
Moistened by
no caring eyes;
They only drip
drip
drip
with the incense swinging by
Gone.
Melt away from the holy clouds
that rise to the rafters
while we drip
drip
drip
through the floors.
Praise God!
My God!
Is this where You live?
This hall of smoke and dreams
dreams of leaving,
dreams of sinning,
dreams of nightmares in the pews
appears to be in want
in want.
it creaks with sighs
eternal and tired
no peaceful death
no rest
What does it sigh?
What, does it breathe?
Now, straining eyes
dry eyes
looking
staring
straining to see
the mystery there.
No mystery.
An altar.
Soft red plush
beating
beating
beating with the
breathing of the walls
Burning!
Flowing fire like blood of desire!
Desire to cry
Desire to dream
Desire to rest
Desire to breathe
Desire
to desire.
Faces melting
sinews dropping
drop on the ground
like lavish robes.
Wild arms flailing
altars failing
fail and fall upon the ground.
Bone are creaking
creaking
weeping
weeping as they
breakdown.
Down it falls
with human walls
Down it falls
with blackened halls
Blackened with the holy smoke
the trails of soot now left behind
in piles of dust
once clay and straw
once the earth
in ashes lie.
But, oh the smoke!
The smoke!
The smoke!
Here we die upon the ground
and watch the smoke
rise and
rise and
fly up towards the heavenly sky.
It wants no more,
It found the hands
Of the shepherd.
To heavens rise!
Now close the stars,
we close our eyes
perhaps, our breath
like smoke
will
rise
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