Deep Brightness
A miracle happens; hymns burst the pulpit.
Deep brightness burst black-sieve-pierced deep brightness.
Green and cold black-sieve-pierced, soggy purple.
Useless hymns tremble the pulpit.
Soggy, silver drops tremble down ancient faces of useless toil.
Weary skies arise
Worn out.
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