______________________________ this ' ~centerpiece' of mystery and joy
(i used loud before / not good as it's a blandishment of the perfect balance in the sigla)
Mona's in cassock, greca (the long coat) and Roman hat. She aint a priestess but she's a man of god whomsoever the bells toll they tell (an toll) for you ~ thee in the extraordinary pronoun. Of which there's plenty in a hunkin' nose, downtown. In the coliseum Lions Roar. it's the gold cassock suit at the dawn ringing the reign of light the extended love affiar across the world afire..
(we gathered in the loggia)
Tombs, rooms and catacombs , honey hives, ringing beads, row on row rosary an roar
this is where the god comes
flying crucifix in the praying
in the rain
at twilight's Rome ~.
back in france, the eldest daughter of the church
a cry of some existentialist caper
perches beneath the
the bells of Notre_Dame
ringing louder than the ecstasy of ten thousand saints hosannas hosanna
singing in the skies