SEAT

SEAT

false flag;
true
    Cross

it keeps us, all
this uncertainty,

glued
   to our seats

on the sofa,
     in the pew

trying to go Nostradamus
eke out a precognition
based on some
over
    the top rhetoric, faulty
few sound bites

but those gleaming angels
of rapture, authors
of apocalypse

keep us good and clean

             above all faithful

and riveted

the poetry of the spirit
being

        the absolute
                          of fire

when we hear their song sung
what now
                but

sublimities in
            surrendering