to you oh Lord I cry
from the depths of the mirrors they have inverted, converted
only to see themselves and no other
themselves without you
kites without strings
reengineered puppets
on a fling
what can I say to all the carnival mirror distortions
that are in play now
I would weep prisms and they would distort the rainbows
I would speak stars and You, the Maker
and they would cover my mouth with dirt
and call the undertaker
yet well I cry
Christ Jesus from the Cross died and rose again
and this is truth and this is all there is
of civil discourse
compound it how you may
in your false alchemy.
Only God is gold.
mary angela douglas 18 july 2021
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