Rolet quoting Larkin

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.

Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;

My liturgy would employ
Images of sousing,
A furious devout drench,

And I should raise in the east
A glass of water
Where any-angled light
Would congregate endlessly.
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untitled/unfinished (like all the rest)

the sky shifts from priestesse purple to regal red an orange fire, clouds dance dreamily above majestic mountain, either in silver shimmer or earthly splendor the lapses and gains ground etternally & shifts & waves unfold untellable truths..

"side notes to a princess which she may never witness"

feel/fell in love. fell in hea(rt)d first worst thing was timing we cannot contain our soul's sensibilities though responsible each must be for this love wave is immortal and breaks hearts. so start with me my sweet let me rest pon 1 knee eye pray to thee my muse you've got the magic touch, smooth yet rough love &know our unity is the quest of meye heart

INFINITY WATER

he art brok 3 . . .

broke the heart seems like dem seamks bin ripped at th hea rt of the fabric the eternal tapestry got rip up now mash up spnd some time with sistren and bretheren spend some time relax unwind get high kr not rereadin wot got rit still like a spit bars 'll unwind like a fishin line sendin out baIT HOLDIN NUTTIN BACK U KNO THAS THE UISUE COS DEM SAY GOTA PLAY IT COOL BUT NAH NO GAMES GETTIN PLAYED WIT DIS WOMAN, PRINCESS, SHE GOT HER HEART OUTA GOLD BUT SHE WONT SEE HER OWN SHI9NE! SHE LET ME KNO HAT I DIRECTED HER WHER SHE OUGHT TO GO AND I KNO THAT COULD EVEN BE ENOUGH IF SHE TURN ROUN N TELL EYE SHE CANT BE MINE N VICE VERSA STILL BETTER FOR WORSE I MADE HER SEE HER ORTH IF ONLY FRA SEKUND I REKON THAT IS AN HONOUR YES I WOULD LOVE TO LOVE HER AS MY ONLY NO OTHER SETTLE LIKE WIND WITH HER FREE SPIRIT A LONE WOLF AS EYE JINDRED BUT STILL WHO AM I KIDDING WORTH NOT EVEN THE GROUND SHE TREADS UPON EVEN IN ILLNESS SHE RADIATES LIFE LOVE BEAUTY AND I CAN NAY HOLD MY TOUNGUE FEEL LIKE A YOUNG SOUL NAIEVE IN WAYS OF THE IMAGINATIONS CONTAINMENT,M SHE DECONDITIONS. LIYK A HERBAL ESSENCE, WE SHARE THE GREEN AND EVEN WHEN IT NOT THERE THE AIR IS MORE THAN ENOUGH TO SHARE... WOW I KNOW NOT THE COURSE OF ACTION TO TAKE I TOKK A VOW OF SILENCE

he art

waan takee 'er deeereee

my heart melts

must be love

real music

vibrations overcome the organic material. mozart said music is the physical embodiment of the metaphysical. it can take us time travelling. real music, street music, of a spontaneous combustion whereby the players are not aware of their labels till the dust has settled for by then the shooting star that was in sound is now just an imprint the lyric and melody forgot even too the beat however they exist eternal ancient vibrations .

dem game cruel

see this game dem call love. with rules that we broke and regulators that we laughed upon; kindred spirits shifting forms with the touch of our skin, shifting matter makes kaliedascope refractions that eye can barely pick up on but there it is as it is bruised and beaten the metaphysical structure shall suffer sensation such that till now was never known. darling i serenade your spirit as i wander like a lone wolf treading through the reality you rerevealed to me. recollection is a roll of die. birth is a little death. liberty breeds from our touch. even beside you an electric fire roars. your aura overwhelms the senses 7 and others unmentioned; Gillian you're 1 in a million

i wait patiently