it has never failed
and it was planned to be so
by the white fathers
I speak of the bells
that oscillate in the heart
and call us call us
call us
the cloud / sky romance
magicked us eons before
and we reach out still
into the beautiful blue loneliness of space
~~~~~~
poem and photographs by Clinock
art rat cafe 
I am sure Jesus wept watching the “Christianity” of the conquistadors and white fathers.
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and is probably weeping still Carl…
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Jo Nell
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For whom the bell tolls ….it tolls for thee!
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and I’ve got bats in the belfry too…
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