in the darkness, the blankets are so warm and the religion so comfy
with its cushioned promises and feathered saints
how lovely it is to reach out and not see your fingers, but feel them wrapped around glass beads
each is an eyelid, a door locked
each one is redemption
is love, is
.... fingers tightning, beads falling, eyes opening
Light is not truth, light is not gods' almighty forte
Light is exposure, it's beating your eyes with Lies lies lies
April to May to November
Lies lies lies
Monday to Sunday
Lies lies lies
Tithe to rosary to confession to sin to lie lie lie lie
Light is god, Light is evil Light is devil
Light is lie lie lie
Death is truth, death is End of Light
Death is the end of the thumbing of beads of the beating of chests
of the ashes, martyrs
of the lies
of the misery
of the guilt
the shame, the
lie lie lies