My church…Is a bold, cold frontthat descends like The Mothership when seasons change, blasting a remix of Depeche Mode’s “Enjoy the Silence”.Inside there’s an opening—an unpainted steeple. Long wood fibers stretch rigid against the moisture filled sky with its bands of cloudsit’s purple and pink sunrise evocations…(backdrop to rockets red glare flag raising declarations)Down below a dying man
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