If I were not
me,
I think I'd be a
stained glass window

I saw a picture today
in a magazine
of a reflection, but also a shadow- an echo of
all of this window's
color on the
altar of a church and
God
if I could exist in a way that I could
see
myself and
allow myself to
fade away, into oblivion- an illusion
of all that I am, laid on the floor of a church-
I'd be a stained glass window