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C ristendo
from Living Waters Review 2019
by pba9
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The wood-wrought doors were portals of time. Outside was tropic sidewalk lawn. Inside was— unspeakable.
Stripped of the white noise of modernity, richly inlaid with jeweled light, a roof of night. Gothic. Beautiful. It is terrifying, alone. Just you and God and your ghosts.
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Too frightened to kneel you prayed with a hand on the door and fled
to a papyrus gargoyle garden in a nook of an arch-laden passage.
There is a water-fountain bleeding into the wall. The walk is salted and thirsty. Drink greedily. Trust the water.
Olivia Taylor
Poetry 53