The Aboriginal Cathedral Reestablished:
One, never seen, not pictured below, not the in-between. The one before time, the beginning, our start. We ran. Dare we look back? Or should we find our own path?
The incensed, ingenious reckoner flounces.
Fidgets his fingers, chanting nonsense as bells clang…
Incensed, mercenary brutes flounce among the scheming malingerers who attempt to hide luxuries in crevices—gifts intended for the masses.
Insensed, the Masons, the mortarers, the mixers, the carpenters, the ropers, prime and scrape the skies. Jaded and bitter, they swear in monosyllables, “(#*!#), F#!$!, (*#!#!0) It’s A BOTTOMLESS PIT – The Devil!”
The reckoner becomes idle, sensing mutiny from weary quarry workers, foresters, and glaziers vexed by a “bottomless pit.”
Lawlessness grows in fertile darkness.
The reckoner throttles vultures;
A bluff, reversed back to front, a void of connectedness;
Then cajoles decorum.
In the dusk, the cantankerous Cathedral laboriously rises to heights defying the heavens, shadowing the workers beneath who bequeath wealth to petulant delinquent descendants.
Antiquities Grace and Loyalty surfaces:
In small doses, poison purges; laborer’s deloused.
Shadows disperse.
A cauldron of soup brews as ecstacies smolder embers
Blacksmiths ready hooves.
What seemed a bottomless hole is FINITE.
We are bigger than all thought – A force that cannot be reckoned with. As a family, no disgraceful past can touch us – EVER!
Cathedral Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin on Unsplash
Recokener Photo by Peter Forster on Unsplash
Bells Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash
Crevice Photo by Joe Gardner on Unsplash
Mass Photo by Josh Applegate on Unsplash
scraping the sky Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash
Darkness Photo by Carolina Pimenta on Unsplash
Vulture Photo by Abhishek Singh on Unsplash
Island Cathedral Photo by Joseph Terrence (Terry) Pittman on Unsplash
Blacksmith Photo by Nicolas Hoizey on Unsplash
Embers Photo by Tolga Ahmetler on Unsplash
Cervix Photo by Joel Filipe on Unsplash
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