Glory, O Mighty One whom the shadows fear!
May the whitest turtledoves immolate you!
Since because of you the forest is in the pollen
and thought in the sacred semen!
Glory, O Sublime One who is existence,
because of whom there are always futures in the eternal uterus!
Your mouth tastes of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge,
and when you wrung out your hair you extinguished hell!
Saturday, February 9, 2008
... Clay...
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