the sound of rusted church bells

behind the church, one by the name of god was found again, but this time it was not your god. nor her god, nor his god... under the tree and atop the fence the encounter was brief and unkind, yet rewarding and informative.
here comes my outro, i hear the ques and the stage actors. all in place.
and as i work out the kinks in all my existstances i realize that acting worked in layers.

through working vocabularic erubux cubes and mental minesweep, the encounter had its purposes; some met, some lost and some overlooked. all continue to exist and are in play, im just trying to find the grid.