Up Sense

I lay in prayer
attached to pixels
and rectangles
in the heart of all once called salvation.
Stain glass shattered to splinters
and screens don’t crack the same way.
Pews with heads turned down.
Fingers intertwined with bibles on our thumbs.
Old world meets new
in the texts I send to you
from habitats of ancient allegory.
Let ignorance be my sin
or innovation my virtue
or ambition my passage to heaven
or hell.


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