Words in poems are....

words in poems are
shards of Chartres blue glass
virginal in their naiveté
deflowered by quotidian menstruation
which spills twice daily blue hues coloring
the tiles and the priest’s hands with virginity
of which they have no part; they carry their lineage
Mary’s blue robe twice daily appears
once according to the Sun’s circadian
once according to the Moon’s Baedeker
neither since their birth arbitrary
producers of their own progeny
one as ready to burn as illuminate
one bringing in whatsoever
comes in with the tide

**The formatting got a bit messed up in the tranfer, but you get the idea: the originial turns out shaped like a circle, and there is much more space between many of the words and phrases. It's being difficult.