I came here to worship,
To fall to my knees before your altar
And offer oral supplications
Into you; my warm breath
Making your spine spasm with icy shivers.
I asked for admittance
Into your temple, your sanctuary,
Not to be berated as a sinner
Nor to atone for another’s transgressions.
My prayers are not tarnished by guilt;
My conscious is pure, my tongue unblemished.
Enclose me with your steeples
As I commune with your divinity.
Push me deeper into the mysteries
Of your cosmic vortex–
Paradise. Nirvana. Heaven.
A. J. Hayes
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