So then - here I am. The sky - what colour shall I call it? From turquoise
to what? Dark and light it is. Under it the redfirecat shrugs its
shoulders. Her smile is bonewhite glory. The moon is a tiny starre, and all
the starres are shot from the glowing moons. Mothers all around me
blackfaced redspotted. Michael. Gabriel. Samael. Azrael. I laid down and
wept. Let my mind not go. Bubbling lights all around me. I laid down and
wept. Her smile is bonewhite glory; we may as well go with the angels... l
laid down and wept. Sheeted wings, blackamaline; my love for You is very
great. The breath of the starres. Between the ivory towers of Her Teeth
there I say in the redbed of Her flesh there is the goldenroom of God I say
there: these are God's pillars.
Her smile was bonewhite glory. We may as well go with the angels...