echolocation
shows my destination
ahead and above
the belfry, my home
and each night I wake
and each night I roam
the moths make my dinner
in summer
in winter I dream
of lost seraphim
bells that once rang
like the church choir sang
a priest was deployed
pews well employed
now my siblings and I
the sole congregation
immune to temptation
or indoctrination
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