False Gods and Pillows Sleeping

Titanium white floats on the snow OWLS path Large black eyes focused front and down to hunt Rodents worship birds of prey but fear being eaten There is more to life than living in the trees Over the river and to the left a cathedral ends Inside there once dwelt a tabernacle bright Now once upon a time and than again a temple comes There are no gods inside do to structural concerns Some buildings take on the powers of creation Becoming more than the sum of their holy parts Pray to your building blocks, to your creation Sleep with your pillows where your heads lie down