Lotus I imitate the call of a devotee. My voice in the silence axes the chains of time, conjures swirls, arcs, waves of ether. Visitors who never walk this earth wake me from dreams they bring homeliness from a distant universe warmth. their chancel blessings circulate. This Lady Chapel cracks fragments of coloured glass cover sacristy and altar – cream, silk-red, hard to the fingertips. A grey, wool curtain seals the room the door is latched. In the shadows, I believed I was alone – a lightsome saint transfigures my prayers.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 20:00:17 +0000
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