Featured in SS #60

 

I ran to a church

To purge myself of guilt

Trying to find some meaning

Trying to find my worth

I stared at all the people 

So white and so intent

Then ran out the back door

To let the city's lips take me in

 

I don't need a building I need this rain on my skin

I don't need stained glass windows

I need the paintings of the people as my Religion

 

Me I speak in poetry

The streets echo lines I've yet to write

This body has no language

Only follows any form of light

I stand before the altar

The water shifts and sighs

I offer up my music and she smiles

 

I don't need a building I need this rain on my skin

I don't need stained glass windows

I need the paintings of the people as my Religion

 

 

 

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