heed my prayer. send rain to your drying lands.

fashion your altar

from the tongue

in my mouth

i shall never

cease to sing

your highest praise

use my bones

make them yours

as a temple

wherewith you grace

with your blessings

and with all

the living skin

of my flesh

carve your image

that no one

shall ever forget

as i whisper

of your name

then every knee

shall simply surrender

and every tongue

soon shall confess...

that the sweetest

most sacred sacrilege

is the sin

to savor you

nothing ever better

nor would you

give any less

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