Quiet Rites

The luminous nature of existence turns to reveal sympathetic reflections...

Sometimes
The congregation takes the other side
An inquisition of familiar lies
A grave distraction from a quiet rite

Sometimes
The congregation can’t make up its mind
Incarceration creeps up from behind
The implication is its own device
In the middle of a salient fight

Sometimes
The congregation can’t be satisfied
Can’t be bothered with the ways and whys
Generatio…