Every home is haunted.
These temple spires,
though daunting, are
no exception. Noisy
specters, with their
Golden Rulers of
Morality Measure,
log the data, in a
spreadsheet titled,
“Absolutely. No. Pleasure.” Continue reading “Holy Ghost – Trinity, Pt. Three”
Time judged the sins
of the son. The Sun
shone on the rot in
my soul, and dried
that wound, so I could
go on. Young and bold,
I found pleasure in
the warmth of flesh,
and I learned that
it was not a sin, at all. Continue reading “Son – Trinity, Pt. Two”