san pantaleo – 0037

I write these poems

alone

drunk

In an abandoned church that is falling down around me

My imagination is left to reminisce of events and formalities that took place were I now stand

In a building without a date

How many weddings happened here?

How many funerals happened here?

I feel the energy

The solitude of a building remaining without a friend

Watching all those it sheltered die

Everything around it changed while it was left to decay

Slowly and painfully

A hundred violent storms hardly wearing the walls of a building of such beautify

A hundred fires never penetrating the cold white stone

A hundred acquisitions from opposing ideologies never changing the structure of this old soul

This building has seen more then I could ever see in a thousand lifetimes

It knows more of God then I could ever know in a thousand lifetimes

It knows more of me then I could every know of myself in a thousand lifetimes

It will stand after I’m gone

Waiting for someone else to write a poem

About its arches and its incorruptible presence

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