A poem inspired by awkward laughter...
Holy Show
A glut of giggles tumbles
belly forth forward.
We kneel and clasp our middles,
as blurry candles serenely flicker.
Effervescent bubbles burst bold
on sacred stillness, every little look
a comic sketch of epic proportions -
an invitation
to a new fit of churning inevitables.
The tears start then, the laughter leaking from us
any way it can, a new kind
of holy water.
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