Upon the Altar
I have often searched out His signature... verification of His existence.....validation of mine...Upon the walls of cathedrals illuminated by the heat of long passed saints and forgotten martyrs whom have no more purpose but to lie in wait under the altar....
....aside curtains drawn and black peeking through at sunlight and in cacaphonic whispers from the farthest pew that speak innuendo and hints of His presence....upon the floors of my home....hardwood with its rings and past forerever preserved and worn down with varnish and childrens footsteps....I caught It hiding...
...Once...in a moment of madness I found It there....but she entered my room and spoke to me of carpets and warmer things mad of flesh and wetness to steep my eyebrows and tongue and darker dreams carved of liquid heat and seraphic light into.....
I know where It exists now....I shall find It...I can do this because I remember, upon the small of your back....hidden in the geometry of your spine and breast.....hidden math and curves that prove the existence of God....and us.....or at least myself....
Upon your belly I shall scream these words...the altar where I place myself...sacrifice myself to the greater glory of you and of our children...they shall echo into your memory...and they shall become mine...
..."Jesus Wept"...
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