Mad with a martyr's desire we burn
on
holy ground. The crumbling
architecture
of burned out cathedrals, ribs
opening
to the sky. our hearts the fused
stained glass free to shatter again.
Iconography reduced into a fine ash,
carried away with the final breath
of reason. The slumped gold of a
gods
dream looted. With the ecstatic
release
of trapped prayers let us crumble
before time into the ruins of each
other
.
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