this morning i looked out and saw a white column ground to sky like an elevator of light or a bird killing beam to commemorate our falling. then i realized it was a collage made up in my head of a door post and a glass reflection on fell space. i know what birds see.
i was going to say i got up and made this temporary collage, but i didn't. it made itself the other day. still and all. though i only went to church as a heathen drifter seeking awe i might identify as a churchin.