I see the ceilings of cathedrals.
it feels like looking at an unforgiving dream.
there’s more than paint above me.
immortality has bought
the scarlet letters of a tomb.

the very end of a rainbow
leaves me with nothing left
to believe in
except
the glory
of transcendent colors
resonating gently.

it’s as if the heavens themselves
parted in response to this question
beyond the scope of reason.

I still do wonder
if we all were meant to suffer
the muddled answer
to this question
we keep asking,
wishing even beyond all hope,
asking why,
oh…
why
and
why
and the answer
echoes in the very question
itself.

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