gnihtemos

Church stain glass
sings
when you're
inside
the vacuum
that time has to
offer.

Colours
refract
onto galactic
wood and stone.
Bones of history.

Archeologists
reconstruct
the thing.
In its
spitting
image.

So we can
live.
In it.

Listen
to a song,
a hymn;
that the religion
of this earth
can sing.