Azure curtain, pleated like a silent organ.
On the cornices, the cold chisels water censers.
Each stalactite counts the time, drop after verdict.
The nave sinks. Breath gathers there, opaque and soft.
Hadeïdon writes a psalm of ice in the shadows.
The walls remember a motionless ocean.
At the black edge, the light bows its head and falls silent.
Here the soul cools until it becomes transparent.
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