What is happening is not merely happening:
the Plan is all
part of an unseen transaction.
All things are made manifest by light,
exposing robbed curves and stark straight lines
of Everyman’s modern temple.
Curving or bulging of a thin plastic sheet pulled
taunt speaks of
the pressure behind it
– the explosive quality of the dome –
while jagged outlines on the plane
of the wall suggest violent disruption.
You ran well from the unmade form;
what hindered Cain from obeying the truth?
A basilican base, kicked away by flourished Gothic,
its roots
twisting into the functional use of space.
Note: How to create a found poem - find three sources (here a religious text, an architectural book, and a random fiction work). Then find phrases you like in those works and smash them together, bringing a whole new meaning to the word "Poetry Slam".
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