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Saint of Alleyways and Railroad Tracks, Evelyn Bauer
give thanks to metal that smells like the blood it took to build
give thanks to layered brick
give thanks to eternity and the feeling of movement
give thanks to the saint of alleyways and railroad tracks
bless this twisted metal and carved stone
bless the eternal rumbling
bless the abandoned couch
everything can come together here everything can meet
if it is dark enough safe enough these places are holy
but only at certain times of day or in certain light
or in the right place but it is always possible to tell
it is always possible to feel holiness here
it may feel like something above
it may feel like something around
it may have the texture of rough stone
it may come to you after the screeching stops
trains bring messages through tight corridors
interlocking through city and country
thin avenues that say a mother still loves
thin avenues that say a father has died again
it is always here and at this time
it feels like there is no time
like this is all there is and this is holy and it is ok to be here
and it is ok to run forever until the city lights are out of sight
and the dirt beneath transforms to steel and wood and rock
and it is holy and the divine is with you
Evelyn Bauer is a writer, bookseller, and wine punk living on stolen land in so called 'New England.' She is often found reviewing books, petting cats, and listening to experimental music. She would love to give you a natural wine recommendation and discuss queer liberatory literature with you! You can find some of her tabletop roleplaying games at https://eeveeholdsredbull.itch.io/ and find her on twitter at @neo_cubist