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Homage to the St. Pauls Cathedral

Ode of St. Paul's

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier24 Jul 2013

The smell of lint long fermented, whispers from
a drawer occupied by a single Cup shirt from '66.
My dream as whole as a statue beckoning toward a swiftly sweetening sun.

Right now my eyes see a sailboat.
Burnished brown cherry bow, tender fin keel
contesting the great bawling oceans.
On deck, people simmer stout passions
and as the waves wither and suffer,
they win one loyal victory after another.

There are things that are idle.
Lonely pragmatism.
Comforted idealism.
Watching a fire.

And to those that rephrase revolutions.
Make bitter, the joy of solitude.
Keep to thyself
this seldom thought:

The fabric of a Cathedral shall always be impervious to lightning.