*yores*
Exhuming the grass like a dead language
Supernaturally resuscitated
Springing to life again...
Like *strange cathedrals *
Listen can you hear?
Growing under your feet
Sending living spires into light
Something older than books
Is written in such holy ground
There are no unnatural creations
Under the stars
But for those blind spirits
massed in legions
to worship the profane marvels of Babel
Purely washed away by the March rain
Living in *strange cathedrals*
Springing to life again
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-03-31 at 20:04
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March Cathedrals
An Easter rain fell on March groundExhuming the grass like a dead language
Supernaturally resuscitated
Springing to life again...
Like *strange cathedrals *
Listen can you hear?
Growing under your feet
Sending living spires into light
Something older than books
Is written in such holy ground
There are no unnatural creations
Under the stars
But for those blind spirits
massed in legions
to worship the profane marvels of Babel
Purely washed away by the March rain
Living in *strange cathedrals*
Springing to life again
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 518 times
Written on 2013-03-31 at 20:04
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