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Last night I had a dream
the old condemned church
had its roof cave in

by morning
its dominion had unbuckled to contain
the few birds
the chalky blades of grass
the unconcerned air thick with
clouds threatening to rain overhead

the sky was the whole ruthless
free and instructionless
gospel truth

the transient attention
of every pitifully lapsed passerby too
was declared sacred
because momentary.