pagoda

Pagoda

Messed around with Photoshop today. Raw text:

**

Like
a beehive
stretched,
pointing towards
the sky, you will be
towering above the
echolalia of the Sunday streets.
Between ceremonies,
I
shall
contain
prayers wrapped
in kimono, whispered by
reddest lips. The roads
that lead to us must be for
dancing; in time, the bells must
strike a rhythm familiar
as
the sound of
horse-drawn carriages,
and the breathing of
a crowd underneath one
hundred white-orange
umbrellas.
They should spin and careen
like a hundred sunsets fighting
for their place to rest. You will be
towering above them all.
I will sit
in your front steps,
content in the marvels
and joys brought by your foundation.

— A. P.

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