Cathedral
I will build a cathedral to dwarf my worries,
the grand arches, free of fine details, or the sculpture
replicating our human worries. The smooth
curses of the black cavern of such imposing
grandeur will consume even the cry of my
lamentation. And when I raise my voice to the heights,
first the echoing returns, doubled and tripled,
and my false enormity will follow the curl
of incense into the dark void above us all.
This crescendo of stone, this elevation
at the shouts of the final dreams,
the revelator speaking in the pure abandon
of the future tense, this noise of stone on stone,
will be the temple so stunning it will
shatter doubt, swallow uncertainty ---
so my Amen, will be my so be it, and so be it.
---Kwame Dawes
---found in Plume (January 2023)