cathedral magic is calculated and comes in a flickering candle:
in a cardboard box;
in organsong and scurrying

and craving love- absolvement-
feels like feet disintegrating below you,
feels like sitting in a crypt that you reached only god-knows-how
and holding prayers between fingers.

i come and it is somewhere to sit,
somewhere to write with the world crashing down on me.
it is like i know their tricks and still feel myself being swallowed in.