The marble tomb

and discovery is the mouth of a cave draped in vines, deep in the forest, untouched by anyone else.
I miss this feeling – Roaming aimlessly with a nervousness- and the abyss of feeling lost –
You always win something. You find something, and it’s gorgeous. The evergreen moss, the massive jaws drooling in the pouring rain. A chamber that breathes and echoes- a sweet reverberation. A hive you want to fill with candlelight and dark red wine. Still, it would feel empty- this imaginary place. The moss and woodwork are alive and on the outside – the thick flow of thriving life. Wood rots and enriches the soil, but cannot thrive beyond that.  And you could imagine, a glimpse through a dust covered window or impossible storm of fog, a marble tomb remains, and life remains. Who couldn’t want that ideology? That a sea full of stars will never disappear. That a marble tomb can bring you more company than an empty cave. Who could feel happy admitting that God couldn’t exist? Why wouldn’t they imagine the endless possibilities- it makes a person feel whole.
The marble tomb – a catholic church – the sacrament. I miss this place, it felt warm. I wish more than anything that being a homo wouldn’t damn me from it – ha – and the best part is a catholic will never tell you you don’t belong there – that’s a baptist/methodist’s job… but the rule is understood. I’ve been ashamed to return, and I probably never will. A new church – a massive tomb-  possibly – now that the truth is completely out –