The blue green light in the knave of the submerged cathedral.
How did it come to be under a reservoir of water?
How did it come to be under a reservoir of water?
The drought of '77 dredged it to the surface
clotted with mud and the surface clay
tiled in hexagonal trapezoids of baked
clotted with mud and the surface clay
tiled in hexagonal trapezoids of baked
silt from the dregs of the waters.
The submerged cathedral would hold
Songs and poems.
Blue light, turquoise light, blue-green
light.
The day would be blue every day,
the night would be black every night
and we would never see snow or rain
anymore.
Never see clear stars,
they would always be constellations
in geometric fragmentation and fractals
as through dimpled glass.
The bottoms of boats would be our birds of
the air
seaweed would be our plants,
coral would be our trees.
And we would never cry.
How can I cry underwater?
How would tears show?
We must find an air lock of negative space.
Up and under a bell,
the last air.
We can go inside the tenor
and breathe the last air
of the submerged cathedral.
Inside that bell all tangy with iron
will be a breath or two
Then what?
How did we end up at the bottom of this
lake?
In this submerged cathedral, inside a bell,
breathing the very last
air
that there
is?
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