Rainfall,
our hands outstretched
like worshippers
in a Godless church surprised
by the Angel of the Lord

no shadow no light
but the country in
between:
not heaven not
hell but human simply
human and desire and
sacred and profane,

thirst rubs
against
our raven throats:
a joyful croak unto
the Lord

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