I knew that Dawn
in a windowless church
a birthing into Being
The noise, it stopped.
Chaos chose to scatter
with a hush
and a swirling, shadowed breeze

Sacrificed at the feet
of Critics Considered
Trampling on Glitter and Greed
The Shroud of Mistrust
stood stalwart like a fortress
The Heretic, Manifesting

Crying and writhing
shredding Ego and Skin
Pain perpetrated with
Precisioned Graffiti
Grant me Favor
as Creator God
once did Thee

c2017 GC Cameron