The Cyrenaian Hedonic church

I miss walls
if only for the secret spaces
behind them, giving
sneak and

subtle
when doors and foyers just won’t
do. The slated
framework

leeches light from
chandelieríd interior into
this narrow-way,
this evasion of thoroughfares.

No room to dance but
rather to creep along, along,
to peer out
away from intimacy.

Along those lamp-lit hallways
that the ghosts travel,
how can I breathe?
Who do I talk to when I

find myself on the
other side of the room?

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-by Ridire

Passages originally appeared in Silvae Magazine Issue #3, August 2017