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(Lauren c Voorhees)
Here Now Comes His AbsolutionAnd a true prayer crossed her lips
And the prayer was true because it was His true name
And it was the only prayer He heard
For it was not of vibration, but of substance
And her body was ruined as she spoke it
He came into the sky from behind the mountain on Earth and from behind Heaven
And He showed His form to Man, and it was His true form
For He showed twelve facets and thirty edges and twenty points
And each facet was a pentagon, and each as large as the sky
And He was not made of the stuff of Heaven and Earth
But He was made out of the metal of the Void, which had made the Heaven and Earth
And He showed His glorious light to Man
And with this, He showed to Man the stuff of the Void
And those who were too close let their bodies be destroyed
As their eyes burned as if sulphur scraped them
And their eyes hurt as if stakes were driven through them
And their brains flowed out like wine
And their intestines were expelled from their mouths like parasites from under the skin
And their fle
This Dim PresageHe finds that freedom may deform him
While change turns his sage into a hag
Power brings him the roe of his woe
And castes and beasts and abuse in substance.
He first tries, and then he tires
And then he frets the rites of fires
Set to rest on fits of fist,
Or to rise and resist the rifest of his ires.
Ten Fifty-EightThe sunshine falls between the cool wind,< this one is very beautifully descriptive, very well done :y
Which makes waves of your thin, pastel dress,
This late morning near the last of spring.
The side of your face rests on the green
Which bends under your soft-sleeping breath
And under the hand I reach to you.
The sunshine condescends the cool wind,
Tapping your sweat-pecked skin,
As we near noon, close to spring's harsh end.
You beg arousal of virile blades
Which content themselves to fold under you,
Like my palm under yours.