Consciousness arrives
The spark of the divine
Restoring delicate fire to a
Hyperrighteous bloody mind
I am a gaunt and sweaty virgin
Walking out between the churches
The smell of wet paint, of light rain, of something burning
And the buildings are a blur to me
Like white mountains of mercury
Home's definition splinters
It drifts and splits over the distances
And I am caught drinking the water all of our flowers withered in