Religious Womb
The clink of glass on window sill
The morning breath of birdsong shrill
A morning late for I find it so
Not soon enough for it to show
Religious walls
Religious soul
Religion deep beneath the bones
A shatter of time
A call of crow
A festering shadow that only grows
And the time knows itself too well
An illustrious mirror a ring to its own
A call not of or was or how
A shattering, blistering holy sound
The typing words and moving mouth
Break and crack with as such sound
Then moving legs and hands like swords
Clatter on womb warm stone so loud
When earth quakes sound breaks
And The Holy Womb shakes
The warm walls fall
Our breath shakes all
And finally starts to remember.
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