Satan’s Pride

I walked in

Brain went warm and swelled

I was wet in my mouth and dry in the eyes

The stained glass colors made the thick columns gay

Palms were in my palms

I held them, felt them, but could not sculpt them

A crowd gathered

No famous person here

No Hollywood make-believe

No rock-star

Calm

Sitting still

Listening

Learning

And feeding on the truth of those before me,

Infront of me, behind me and all around me

This is the hour when he triumphed over Satan’s pride

The hour when he can deliver and show me the reason for arches

The hour when my eyes stop twitching

This is the hour when he triumphed over Harth’s pride

The hour when art became true reality

The hour when my palms dropped to the hard wood

Organ sound systems

Tight

The scent surrounding

Deep swallowing I roll back

I wish I could turn around and see who is standing at the door

I drank a cup of wine

And the invisible man did not show

I drank a cup of wine

And plagued my bread and butter

I could not dip

For I might burn

I could not walk

For I might burn

But the suicides tell me Ill burn in hell

And the snowfall lit her night and broke glass on the steps

But the beauties tell me to obey

And the men bring the cure

This is the hour when he triumphed over Satan’s pride

This is the hour when he triumphed over Harth’s pride

This is the hour

And the hour lasts

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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