Almless - 1995
Writhing in rows
of worm wood pews,
almless arms lift high
in skyward hallelujahs
as Brother Angelico
turns to me wild
with encroaching madness;
His charismatic motion
wrestling my conscience
nearer to submission,
while I dare not taste
the bitter sweetness of
redemption.
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