entombed.

We neglect you
(forsake you)
in seeking our perfection
in seeking our comfort
we dull even passersby
to the lustrous beauty
hidden in secret

this light is entombed

and tedium erodes
the lovely, transcendent
curiosity of who you are
that was once
the telos of this
life together

you are the life

still,
we bore ourselves with monotony
vain formalities
prescribed regulations
and in neglecting you,
(forsaking you)
lay to rest
the crucified son
without hope of

glory.

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