You are our lady
And now your dress?Is flames.?
The beauty of your sunken dome from a drone
Is a poem in itself.
Written by us and
Destroyed by chaos.?
This is what we do that rivals the stature of the gods:?
To astound ourselves and each other,?
With the wonder of?
Pure, enduring creation.?
The sacrifice we all make to our better selves
Who gave buildings wings and
Laid the foundation stones of our own perfecting.?
Epiphany is not found in the act of worship
It is to be found in the insight gained by gratitude for the world. ?
Exactly the way we built it.?
Exactly the way we know it to be.
Whispered prayers are but poetry?
That none other than you will listen to?
But it is good to talk to yourself?
To sing in harmony with all those other selves
?Who are listening, ?
Not false, but true masks
Revealing the kind of truth that can only be told with a lie.?The subtler architecture that creates heavens from grand spaces on this earth.
Reconstructing what can be seen behind your faces,
Behind all the saints who guard you,?
Behind the divine grace of your stature.?
The sensuousness of your catastrophe is breathtaking.???
© Igor Goldkind 2019
Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2019
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