Your cathedrals
Your transparent cathedrals
Where nothing waited
Transcendent in the wounded moments
Floating in singular frames of
indifference
Transformed into no end of space
Your hours
Your hours breathing
Your hours breathing quietly
Your hours breathing quietly just
Hearable in the chamber of
hurricanes
Then came
The impassable word
Shot through with radiant silence
Scooped out of darkness
One breath at a time
One more word like this one
One more mouthful of silence
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