It was impossible.
The sky was below the church.
Like Faith in religion.
Like Jesus Christ in the synagogue.
Like a miracle in reality.
But it was true.
This place had a history
which was prehistorical.
This place had writings
with an undeciphered meaning.
So even if everything was
strange, in fact it was
only a singularity.
A symphony in a sound.
A sound in the silence.
A silence in vacuity.
It was the birthplace
of the sacred sword.