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religious in you, so holy its fragrance, the most tranquil location; such
surrendering so enchanting by grace given through ownership; to have lived if
but to have died while such flesh given its holiness. such to have essence by
cassock or tunic or collar; hereinto, those eyes filled with sickness our cries
as older souls suspected of raw experience; as received in trespass or sweet
transgression while it feels so good to ache; an emotion running its depth or
to absorb our seas where we gallop along our shores; by radiant muscles upon a
radiant mare as creatures partaking of Supper. the family montage those rivers
those limbs while nailed so gently: the driving force such tender animation
where I see you as something unexplained; so bridled by such iniquity in such a
fashion as to reign as indestructible. so many doorjambs as one rings our
doorbells while entering softness became its creation; we digress we die we
come to terms watching as we whisper—those higher grounds those higher morals
such debates upon morality; our species our designs where a man loves a woman
he never understood. such glasslike armor our plates upon flesh our minds
obsessed with flying; those Sanskrit/Arabic symbols, those taller skies, or
pure penance if but one death; for Love is angelic or some exaggeration while
words depend upon whom there from; our groundless adoration but passion knew
provocation while feelings are provocateurs. sweet unbridled nectar, as so much
its easiness, where Love would cringe at a slight disaffection; as rabid
spirits or outwitted geniuses, so unmixed by devastation.
