What a fragrant
and cop-able mess you are.
Dusted across everything. Scattered
and battered,
and Beaten & Ferocious!
Woven into the fabric
of undercurrent, bound by
Love & the mind in Love.
Like oxygen,
You are everywhere here,
And beating in my belly.
You are the blood in my veins,
and the electric pulse that drives me-
That gives Life afterall.
What I take in in air, is you there,
Sweet Phantom.
Poet.
Force torn amidst fortification.
Love as Him, Him as God,
A Holy Spirit of Union.
Bound Holy.
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