The Bells.

I felt like a telescope as I entered the chapel,
marble castle surrounding while the bells rang out.
A man passed me wearing two different colored shoes,
But his days were numbered so I chuckled and cut him some slack.
I peered into the preachers mind,
Full of words that'd been composed without
Slander or love or lies.
I felt the things that he'd proposed weren't
perfect or wrong or anything.
I speculated whether they were words delivered with sincerity
or just to put on a show.
-A