Glamor
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Glamor


Glamor kept the seven lamps alight
and birthed the Christ.
Glamor was the engine of the streams
that fed the Jordan when the Baptist cried,
'Repent, ye children, for the Lord is near!'
It was our ears.

Glamor is the raiment of the Queen
who sets herself before the holy throne,
two fingers raised, and casts a mocking glare
at all the pretty lies we proudly wear
upon our chests -- and then she rests
her head against the Cornerstone.

Glamor: what we can't avoid,
the priests soon found a store of oil
and for two hundred years they kept
the presence glowing, burning bright,
until a wolf in tiger stripes
the temple plowed, the lamps snuffed out,

and Faith the only witness spared
under a broadening night.
What knowledge can the mind recall
with neither Faith nor Glamor?



rushed this one for another site -- on my phone, no less! not sure if it's as pretty, or even logical, as i think it is.
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Faith is a self-induced glamour, it seems. Or sometimes it's forced and bred. As for a poem, it makes clear sense. I don't know if it's too obvious to be pretty or not. But another For Fun tinted mood.
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