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ME: Your hair wet,
& your church
As natural to the
landscape
as human dung.
Since dinosaurs,
but more immune
to ice-age & other
primordial editors
of yore.
But then you saw
a church built here.
At 1 st : stakes, string,
skeletal-blobs
of outlines
ambiguous as shadow
or fetus.
Then : basement, frame,
skin, sound —
the structure becometh-ing
an architectural
scarecrow, guts of
fibrous Self
insulating the structure
to form, to
mythical-importance —
Or a glove- puppet,
each finger animating its
Singular prayer.
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Nowadays, you even
drive your church
looking for THE
CHURCH. For you alone are
equivalent to cops
who seek laws broken
as windows. For you alone are equivalent
to your confession:
The minor church
growing into you,
subtle as bone.
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