Dew drops on a thorned rose
God existing in crystalized fear
Atonement debt exceeds mortality
Who can afford this pain
No one, but the son
Mankind was made to worship
Bruised knees built for kneeling
the image of God
In my seventh year I chased ghosts
Across the beach I ran with them
Who can doubt the pleasure
Of God's highest ecstasy
Like fevers, ballets and wild horses,
comets full of blood, ice and iron,
A delicate wildflower painted in watercolor sweat
Bubblegum pink and ivory pale
Two rivers of tears
Rolling past her cheeks
Like the ganges and the Jordan
Flow down her breasts
And splash over her thighs
like twin waterfalls of joy and sadness
Like a pearl of great price
That a merchant sold all he had
To obtain
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