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Angels in the Architecture
October 1, 2009, 9:20 am
Filed under: literature, Mysteries

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Today a college student woke Himself up before Noon
Just to be awake and Watch the sun come Up.

Years ago he did this
In
The
High
Hills,

But now his cliff is a parking deck; his vista,
Four Church Steeples lit by diffracted orange light.

We’ve never seen YOU before, says the First Steeple,
But, surely you’ve come to see US.

“Nope,” he says,
“I’m here
For
The
Sun.”

Silly! says the Third Steeple,
The Sun is ANOTHER ONE of our Spectators. It lights US.

“No, She is not,” says the freshman says (without gusto),
“Light touches you same as it touches me.”

The Sun then shone
From
The
Tree
Line.

Our Greatest Admirer is Finally here!
The Fourth Steeple can barely contain itself.

See our Flying buttresses, our great gargoyles and iron crosses.
We are the greatest structures in creation. Rejoice!

But the Sun
Didn’t
Give
A shit.

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