God-Blue Gold,
Your song I've sung
and ground to dust,
Laid on my tongue

and in my nose.
Feel burn, taste tin,
You hurt so good--
Slapped sunburnt skin.

In and out
How goes my breath.
I sprinkle more
On breath at depth.

Feel at peace.
Feels like success.
A job well done
while I'm at rest.

Could it possibly
get better than this?

One more sniff
just can't be wrong.
I taste your bitter
Promise Song.

And I know
You'd never lie.
Blue-Ground Gold,
You make me high.

I'll breathe and sigh.
I smoke I sigh
And maybe for a moment
Die

I welcome numb slow dark
I sigh
Can't think of better way
To die

When Heaven slams me back
I find
My hurt-true love
Has robbed me blind