Holier Than Thou

There is a space more holy
Than  this, less holy
Than  this place wherein I
Stand, I could
Step two paces through
That door and  be on
Holier ground, here,
Open  to the sky I am
Alarmed  and not
Anointed.  The Levite
Is inside as he
Should not be.  And
Here, outside, here
Is me, a lesser
Holy  space for
God  to be.

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