There was no sound from the teeming city -
Above me, were tongues of flame carved in stone -
Below me, nine hundred souls had been heaped up in the dark -
There were beds waiting for the meths men -
A vast chandelier was a tarnished sun -
The haunted architect had raised these pillars -
This was his dark geometry -
His spirit filled this place -
His hand reached out to touch my own -
April 4 2022
St George's Church
Bloomsbury
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