First stab at creating a stimulating interior location for my ever expanding family of digital marionettes.
...also a human harp...
Mark Twain says you won't know how to play the harp when you get to Heaven because you haven't practiced.
I'm willing to wager that the same muscle memory that helps you scroll through your Bookface can be trained to play any instrument if the light if is bright enough.
Church is built
Pews lined with Guilt
For Blood He spilt
Won't let you wilt
Yet, withered wanderer
Here you are
Wondering whether
If, in the stars,
There exists a space
Not theirs, but ours
And here it be
Right here with me
Tangled in your destiny
But close your eyes
And lean in close
Take comfort in
The HOLY ghost
Pews lined with Guilt
For Blood He spilt
Won't let you wilt
Yet, withered wanderer
Here you are
Wondering whether
If, in the stars,
There exists a space
Not theirs, but ours
And here it be
Right here with me
Tangled in your destiny
But close your eyes
And lean in close
Take comfort in
The HOLY ghost
