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[poetry_zealot]

Here, i shall build
a grand cathedral—


each stone
lovingly cauterized
to preserve the whispers
           that permeate its hide;


each window
desperately stained
by a fading rainbow
shedding its wretched skin;


each altar
indifferently crafted by
the foot of god
for its devout insects;


each mural
paints itself
onto oblique walls
(starting from their tears)—


so when the moon sets,
and the son doesn't rise,
i shall preach at the altar
to listen for reverent echoes.