Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened hall as I kneel,
always hopeful, always despairing,
frozen here,
waiting.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my naked flesh.
Tears on my face.
I raise my head, now caressing
this uncaring light.
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exactly what Christene said: WHOA!
July 18th
whoa!
July 18th