9.5.24

Church of Brutal Beyond Belief
                                 aids  the mischievious obliges  most merriment  by degrees

he was pursued  feted
                       accepted its host
toast topped with crumbled feta tablespoons of someones homemade apricot jam
                                                                                      finally
an edible church
                      church he could swallow

he made up his testament as he went along
                                             Book of Genes 
In the beginning I was born

There were shrieks

His Mothers

not him
            he was silence
fascinated

   What was this
what had been a formless void dim  deepred purpling
                                                               paraphrasing Let there be Light
There were snakingslivers fractals that blendedbecame soft afternoon light
slatted by woodshutters

I was born in an attic

bathed in a balia

bundled not bondaged not swaddled  in cottoncloth
                                                       escaped

I preferred laying naked uncontainedunrestrained
                                                           Church of Brutal Beyond Belief

Right up my alley

1220,  day-between-2-Ts,  8  5. 24
0916,  Thursday,  9  5. 24

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