Shrine Poem by Louis Borgo

If love emerged out thin air would be god,

Wait on the prayer hear one pray it is god,

Divine thing is of the youth to hear out loud is wrong,

God,

To change one way is it the gap between seven steps of,

Heaven,

Morning of day the hood of rig of car lit is home,

One,

Seek to adore or fashion of the trend,

Adore,

One ways out of the amuse back to the threats,

Seek,

Applause of a sit,

Wait on the prayer hear one pray it is god,

Days that bless heard of the rest,

I just call it,

Shrine.