Sacristy cloth, moth-eaten shroud.
Secret silence, sacred secrets
Accumulate dust, aggravate the eye.
Incautious laughter after confession.
Benediction, fictional fear
Hidden faces, grace is a name,
Like Chastity, like Lucifer, like mine.
You took me through the window-stain,
Drowned in image, incense, choir-refrain
And slow ecstasy
I'd embrace you if I only knew your name
The silent corner haunts my shadow prayers
Ice-cold statue, rapture divine,
The open mouth,
The wound of love,
You took me, gave me reasons for
Saints and missals, vigils, all the more
I'd embrace you and walk through
The one-way door
I'd embrace you, but it would be
Just another lie
Which is to say that the statue is the inspiration, but not the Lie)
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"The Lie (Bernini's Saint Theresa)" as written by Peter Hammill
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