beyond the steeple spires
burn the eternal holy fires
that blaze over older skies
chariots charted by the wise
beyond the cathedral gray
burns the eye of golden day
that watches those below
under sailing solar halo
beyond the temple dome
where the wild angels roam
in their chaotic placid home
of auroras and dimming gloam
beyond the churchyard gates
where the endless path waits
to whisk away the fallen leaves
into silken sequential weaves
beyond the faithful's sin
and death's breathtaking when
dances the infinite rings
in love, souls, and other things
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