Rome

during the quiet calm of serene panting beneath saint Cecilia's tomb i'd began to wander about stone structures captured in sorted monuments one would nestle so tranquil throughout sudden raptures gathered about Di Vatican's scrolls tainted with forgotten truths of mortified mystery and gentle grievances reaping beholding the just of twilight laughter a broken chalice opening a wooden door of surviving Florence in nineteen forty three karma arises behind uncovered ashes hindering the brutal mindful beings clinging to forgiveness needing naught for chastising the greedy accordingly upright and slow to righteousness a graveness thought of only above hamburgs promise feeding a whisper as we weep so for the souls of the silent beings