The matrix of our spirituality,
where death and God make contact with
the seven heavens and nine hells.

And as primality speaks of incoherency,
ceramic shatters; leaving only blindness
and incarceration.

From the shards of loneliness,
an angel trapped in the body of a bee;
stings,
uplifting my heart
in what seems to be

An inoculation sent from on high.

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