The Chapel

The Chapel
 
Color sound texture temperature
shape flavor fragrance attraction
pressure memory dream song breath
 
All these things
are not without their meaning.
 
There is death
in this business
of the corporeal chapel.
There is birth.
And all things in between.
Take this body if you want it,
eat it up.
Or come inside
to sit a minute
quietly.
Every kind of prayer
sticks to its walls.
 
Sherry Robbins, Or, the Whale, BlazeVOX [books]

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