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The sky was ablaze like glass in the church; recumbent on stone floors / we had knocked out the windows to let in only the blind light, the blind arches that pointed heavenward, now yawning narcoleptic houses of God grasping at sky and god somehow / we captured daylight in our hands / we were yearning for ourselves again between long hours of waiting we believed in gods that breathed that great sky, we believed in the breadth of cosmos more dazzling than the church doors that we blew asunder in that latter architecture where we decided the height & breadth of the pillars in their proportions like the proportions of man, exhausted & exaggerated, man exalted, exaudi, exaudi, voca meam quam olim Abrahim praises to all our lords on high, we sang in drunk communion hailing, our communion with one another, all of us there on the stone flags, hands in hands we beat at the chests of each other, the eyes of each other (we were just kids beating off to one thing or another) and it was *** and chaos between those stone walls, it captured us, bewildered us, those yawning heavens under the church ceiling, the one that blazed with the dazzling color of windows covered in dust like our skin the way it crept along the stone and we craved it and the way that it seemed to creep, the sky seemed to creep above us, seethed with light some days we didn’t know which way was light, up or lower down, it was usually easy to tell after you came but we exhausted our voices, exaudi exaudi orationem meam believing that something would hear us—we heard ourselves more clearly in the throes of ****** nothing was more alive more human, than anything, than anything that sang like that blazing sky/ so we tossed ourselves forward into lightward, lightness dazzling ourselves with light / it was the summer of everything closing / the bewildering truth of our own god in cells and precious molecules we made god in the throes of ****** worshipping in the dazzling sky we had to propel ourselves forward, it was our stunning captivation with that dazzling maze of flesh on the yearning sky, hands searching inscrutably for hands, for god in the feverish sky, god who doesn’t live in the sky, the god who climbs with us, the god who screams in our ****** with us, exaudi, exaudi, orationem meam, ad te omnes caro veniet…
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Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:46 AM UTC
peter-taylor-mcconnell
Sky ablaze like God
The sky was ablaze like glass in the church; recumbent on stone floors / we had knocked out the windows to let in only the blind light, the blind arches that pointed heavenward, now yawning narcoleptic houses of God grasping at sky and god somehow / we captured daylight in our hands / we were yearning for ourselves again between long hours of waiting we believed in gods that breathed that great sky, we believed in the breadth of cosmos more dazzling than the church doors that we blew asunder in that latter architecture where we decided the height & breadth of the pillars in their proportions like the proportions of man, exhausted & exaggerated, man exalted, exaudi, exaudi, voca meam quam olim Abrahim praises to all our lords on high, we sang in drunk communion hailing, our communion with one another, all of us there on the stone flags, hands in hands we beat at the chests of each other, the eyes of each other (we were just kids beating off to one thing or another) and it was *** and chaos between those stone walls, it captured us, bewildered us, those yawning heavens under the church ceiling, the one that blazed with the dazzling color of windows covered in dust like our skin the way it crept along the stone and we craved it and the way that it seemed to creep, the sky seemed to creep above us, seethed with light some days we didn’t know which way was light, up or lower down, it was usually easy to tell after you came but we exhausted our voices, exaudi exaudi orationem meam believing that something would hear us—we heard ourselves more clearly in the throes of ****** nothing was more alive more human, than anything, than anything that sang like that blazing sky/ so we tossed ourselves forward into lightward, lightness dazzling ourselves with light / it was the summer of everything closing / the bewildering truth of our own god in cells and precious molecules we made god in the throes of ****** worshipping in the dazzling sky we had to propel ourselves forward, it was our stunning captivation with that dazzling maze of flesh on the yearning sky, hands searching inscrutably for hands, for god in the feverish sky, god who doesn’t live in the sky, the god who climbs with us, the god who screams in our ****** with us, exaudi, exaudi, orationem meam, ad te omnes caro veniet…
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