# 436 - the church of your abuse

 

8.iii.21

436

2.67

the church of your abuse

a lie and calling

 

in the long rhyme, ringing déjà vu

where everyone’s a sinner, why not

 

notice judgement seat

(swing with attachments)

pride before

lovely

 

come colours

dark more than we’ve known

 

they believe in the one damnation for all

and now that it is no longer a sin

consider motives splendid

 

here’s heaven’s ladder

till time and times

 

little fiddle with the heart and wanting

flesh it just this while

brocaded, little wag of the tail

sniff at the musty parts

no one cast

 

book forgets

 

I sleep in a pill, don’t you?

will this be the way to truth?

the truth?

            nothing but

questions and questions

a chalice for doubt

 

day in dreamt streets

form of premeditation

 

parishioner scrum

meet filthy beast

 

a solemn go down wink

none saw

 

their harped angels nasty forever

and wear them for a scar

 

come baptize, bury

church is my cross

pile stone upon

 

this scramble to believe on, obey

be born and born

into the long tautology

(one may wish to have been created)

 

the horrible nonsense –

a picture where the door should be

stand before it – knock!

 

the feeling of falling is far