the predawn

blue skies

azure and clear

as the belle

the sun

will come up

after mass

a ritual

the altar

apse and nave

body and blood

i crave i need

i heed

the ten laws

at various times

i confess

i admit

sin

is teeming

in the depths

of my sick

tortured mind

and kind

i can be

moreso to a stranger

beautiful

ante meridian~!

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