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there are days
my soul is a cathedral
my bones hum with hymns
and unspoken prayers
circle my blood

at my altar: only words
and this feeling is 
nothing like crucifixion

the congregation are shadowed and unruly
and all alike
(beautiful, in certain slants of light)
and the figures in stained glass 
(alike as well, but better dressed)
keep the birds out

(there is bird shit
right up at the
altar)

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