You get exactly what God you think He is.

winter is one
of same color, we still think
of fall's last breath

autumnal wind--
our heaven's tears still sweet
the fog pressures snow

where moonlight skips
across the lake's slant puddles
all will become white

big misty mountain
peaks over towering stones
watch the big sun rise

i love the way your bones
        are illuminated when they're
                grafted
      against
        my skin,
                the fear of you
constantly going back into hibernaculum;
your necropolis, innocence small
        remember you took mine
        with my hieratic blouse on
                                unhallowed
                                    little dirt
my mom said, i'll break your legs
        if you chase her, i told her
                i'll
            find
         a wheel chair
for it's our love that bid us both to the same grave
        no matter how cramped;
            no matter how deep gravel covers us
              i will lay here with you

you've got eyes everywhere
               but inside their original sockets
       blind; but
          they see everything for you
                  they got your back
    as well as mark your impediments
            to further your ego
             they are eyes and they blink
       when you don't want them too
they are everywhere - building their
              huts when you desire kingdoms