Life through the stained glass

distortion, or perhaps extortion. i see sound, opulence imbibing me. they sit and watch. knives end throats. i know your jugular. beg me to milk you dry. intorsion. composure. life moves through the stained glass. if you’re pure enough, you’d see them too. watch the gods wave— watch them— don’t look away now, don’t do it. watch the leaf wave call it GOD. WATCH IT WAVE— OH GOD PLEASE WATCH THE LEAVES WAVE. DISTORTION AND COMPOSURE— NOW HOLD IT, COMPOSE IT, JAJA, I WROTE IT.