I don't need a ritual
I don't need a mass
I don't need a vigil
Or chalice made of brass
I don't need a litany
I don't need an altar
I don't need a sinless saint
Or a holy psalter
I don't need a clergy
I don't need a steeple
I don't need a prayer book
Or condescending people
My sacred lies within
In the deepest part of me
Not reached by rumored sin
Not here: the very heart of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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