words are the proverbial stones of the temple
the walls of the church are strong
the walls of the church are opaque.

are they words, or are they photons?

they turn on leviathan. the black side of each word
erects him, gets his tail wagging
and right at this very moment a maelstrom
swallows the sea.

that is the cost of words. of action, emotion.

turn over the temple! O Christ!
their meaning is their own undoing.