O creators
O makers(O ye, who by hands deftest,
hew the earth with thy hearts
extrapolated)thou art blessed
(and a blessing)
for by the imperfect notions of you
more perfect becomes me
(in me gathers
the coalesced
intensity of
your exact
infinite stuff)and
i
'm thick with your heady music
which bursts out my body
and i'm flung into burning
indomitable human fire
(and i become
like gargantuan
sleeping flowers(whole rivers of them)i become the
hot sigil of the human singing
organ)with drunk beautiful darkness
i sing across the folding eternal
abyss and with merriest volition
i add the coarse sound of my fracas
to the body of the electric people
chorus
(the makers
and the creators
who by pleasing distinct
colorful blades scar
me wonderfully
)
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
O creators
O makers(O ye, who by hands deftest,
hew the earth with thy hearts
extrapolated)thou art blessed
(and a blessing)
for by the imperfect notions of you
more perfect becomes me
(in me gathers
the coalesced
intensity of
your exact
infinite stuff)and
i
'm thick with your heady music
which bursts out my body
and i'm flung into burning
indomitable human fire
(and i become
like gargantuan
sleeping flowers(whole rivers of them)i become the
hot sigil of the human singing
organ)with drunk beautiful darkness
i sing across the folding eternal
abyss and with merriest volition
i add the coarse sound of my fracas
to the body of the electric people
chorus
(the makers
and the creators
who by pleasing distinct
colorful blades scar
me wonderfully
)
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