Vespers
I throw stones at stained glass
Windows just to let the colors out
I mix up the words to prayers
Just to have a reason to swear
I sanctify every moment
By forgetting it ever happened
In the early morning darkness
The insects sound like psalms
Matins is just me and the dogs
Pissing in the dark wet grass
Vespers is clouds and thunder
On the night of the blood red moon
7/20/26
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