Temptation

Three hundred eighty seven steps
circle up the Notre Dame bell tower,
each ascending revolution a private penance
counted silently by gargoyles standing guard,
until finally the entire city unfolds below.

Ancient demons flick your ear, beg you to cast yourself down.

And you wonder…

If buttresses can fly, why can’t I?
Will He give his angels charge over me?
Ce que j’aime Paris?

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