Breathe where angels fear to tread;
If you demand the earth with water (its moistened floods)
This is the rawness of my poetry.
Let go of the sails;
unman uproarious and torch;
entice the phenomenon of perfection.
This parallel of cold water on the unbeautiful;
(a noah's ark)
One jesus -
by holy spirit
an inspiration (with pictures)
seizing a universe of demons
as it toils off.
I press to my heart the thought of sorrow to banish
Propelling an elevation;
each verse flowers in me;
telling me to continue
to every great sea.
I contain this laughter (my Shiva)
She is hungry and ready to
undo light.
One night I will stand
come close (my Shiva)
I will turn mad fashion
steering my desire
spell bounding
this impulse of inspiration.
My wrath stronger than any man
from no great distance there is threshold. (A Shiva)
Breathing where angels fear to tread.
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