edging away from the narthex as if never there
they spoke in hushed whispers that couldn’t help but carry words across divides
so much for divinity so much for safe or wise or
set free
disappearing people were contagious and leaving was a reason to dissect lives
never belonging to them really
if they’d offered a direct
word dismantling worry disentangling fear by proximity and
sincerity
it would have served to smooth down the edges it could’ve spread thin anxiety so as to prove
a communion was taking place simliar
no the same to
what was intended in this orchestration of righteousness
no voice louder than the one inside silence
from other speaks volumes to myth of reconciliations