as the sun rises

i rise also and
piss like a horse.

it would seem i have
no other use for you.

i wish it were not so.  i wish i
could cover you, like a beast.

i would make your children:  so strong
and without thought.

astragal

open and step

certain temples have

     a low lintel

     a high threshold

one must

     look down

     bow the head

upon entering it is

a way to honour

cross now

here is an altar