on the cross
legs together
arms spread
but with the hair of a
90s lez
& beard of a
post-hormone tranny
Pause
for em-PHA-sis
Glow spreading
Cornet-wielding angels
DOVES flocking to raise you
up
up up
up up
till the ceiling fights to constrain you
This vision, my vision
O Holy Christ-Professor!
I/Am/I saved??/!
you talk about
marbles
And your fanfare is over in
second-hours in
a flash
****
borderline blasphemous? maybe, i know but shh don't worry. this is exactly what you would have written had you been there. promise!
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