you built yourself
like a famous doorway
bronze casting
tiny stories of spiritual
triumph, men in robes
blessing men in robes
like the gates of paradise
everyone powerful
walks through you
for baptism
for salvation
to feed their hungering
for something
bigger than humility
stronger than death
i told you i just wanted you
as a doorway
not a destination
i didn't realize
i'd have to walk through you
each time i wanted
kneel down and pray
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