My woman passed me by Some years now Years ago, yes I suppose I believe in the wilderness she lived through Winds that haunted her explicitly Insisting on delivering anguishing pains Somehow, un-nurtured, unrestrained Exactly as her will, lust and flesh were Well, for me, I - unbelieving - saw it too Wherein threats threaded their fearsome paths Gathering ever mightier forces And exploding within all her convoluting And yet expanding endlessly passions Within violent quivers and contortions unseen In God’s history In one finale crescendo, I swear Fearful, it can be to you But fear not, I say Fear her not For, you know naught of her carnal resilience inner Triumphs savagely over her entirety and existence And what then Will you think as you behold What then will you dare to relate unto unknowing others Will you, can relate on her Her pleasurable gasps of madness Her convulsing, frenzied satanic sublime ecstacies What, then, can you dare say unto people I know Nothing Perhaps Little, or else Insane fugitives, eternal We too shall Forever be