liturgy

I require so much space
I am pressing a planetary plot into every pigment I need; 
a sacramental stain
I ached and He delivered
No, not your proverbial, hallowed he
The one that stirs me
battles me
gives me occasion to really mess things up
Exonerates me 
and bites my shoulder
Better than that heaven
Softer than those prayers
Two windows
one cracked right down the middle
Peeling floors
and flowers
always
A temple