I have been contained
in walls of stained glass windows
and stood in reverence
head bowed, eyes shut, hands clasped
I have climbed mountains
where there’s no other soul in sight
and stood in reverence
head raised, eyes open, arms wide
I have seen new life arrive
blood and tears and screams and warmth
and stood in reverence
I have kissed death
A coldness like no other
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