Imagine if you can the greatest bank vault… Ribbed door; heavier than any mountain wall. Where no safecracker can by time lock default: Gain access … The glorious treasures, enthral.
To the entire world I vent my passion Lord you curse in good fashion Ceaseless wonders wet my eyelids Joyous thoughts have swept into grids. But still I vanquish each new day
I No I am not without love Or understating above…? My monarch’s wings have that black stucco- Edge; like a church glass window. Orange, warmth; heavily, leaded
God’s eyes must have the scimitars kiss. Because he cuts us; blindly remiss… With a brazen look the zeniths fall And rise to stagger, for curtain call.
I curse your love for needing me Those prison lips purse a lily Around my days of endless toil Send me back to earth its loam soil. For what is love, my darling love!
