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July 30, 2003
Enter the world of stain glass
a place of solace and purple haze
the saints live here —
immortalized
like drops of blood melded with blue
stunned by fertile brilliance
in the pain of being human
stains the sunlight
wrapped in silence

Yield the vision of
the unreasonable world
where amber hues imbue
resonating calm

Enter the world of stain glass
a place where shadows burn
the fallen angels live here —
etched by the dotted
languors of speech
like light thickly marbleized with latent heat
charred by sudden clarity
in the pain of being human
stains the moonlight
wrapped in silence