Did it start there

There is a religion at the bottom of me.
That I’ve fed with all the words I’ve swallowed.
That I’ve fed with the moon.
That I’ve fed with the veil.
It has constructed high gold crusted ceilings
in my lungs,
altars at my fingers,
candlelight where the butterflies flew in my stomach,
tombs behind my eyes.
The Book is what I do and am.
My religion is action as much as it is fluttered heartbeat,
watery eyes.
Imagined from loving to live
translated into feeling the need to_

In the light, we become Obligation

How elegant it all was.

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