Heal, Raphael! Saint on Deep Wounds repair
As the Fifth Great Angel will now allow
With Thanks as my Tray for Modesty's care
Her well-written Paper of Words everhow
And that Plus-Filled Bulb called Inspiration
Installed by the Lad diving from your Wing
Your Feather reveals such Uncondition
Like the Seven rest their Model do sing
Thorns, Horns and Unreasonable Intent,
Those Demons you Eight managed to repel
Pre or Post-Ring, one Thing I am content
That Plym's Living Daughters know how to Spell.
Especially you. The First of your Kind
Your Prince rejoices. Please bear that in Mind.

Must we rub elbows, Post-Dated Brother
Because of my Drama to her commit
I know my Roles; Her tongue was the other
For my Radar to pick the Better of it
Perhaps our Wine seeps better with Age
On my Canter I drink less of Question
Why? For her, Heart's Duty for joy her page
Quill my Weak Signature's uncondition
Your Cross-Founder states we all must Forgive
And His Baptist turns those Elders from stone
Meaning, my Tarnished History did live
Of which I murdered to leave me alone.
Easy to say, as long as I draw breath
And that is my Purpose to Act in Health.

Finally this Movie he must Concede
And honour Tradition of Two Hearts meant
But kindly understand with this Precede
The Fire-Actor once refused to bend
He was once the Hearter; For a Year or so
Wherewithin his Invitation took Form
Now he is the Elder; In Months to go
Wherewithout his Uncondition took Soul
May I suggest those Two Stunning Horses
Once you and the Diver visit your Range
Ride Mighty, you Two! Pour out your Senses
Let your Parents know how much you two Gauge.
Now after the Ride, each share each own Sweet
A-Top Mum's Basket where once you both meet.

Alive, the living
The human form composed
Blank spots
Pain and knots
Aging and disgrace
Little unknowns
Mixed with memories of love with conditions
Never knowing if being seen is real or unreal
Blank spots
Blocked spots
Deep anger, deep fear and regret
Deep, so deep
It stinks, it hurts
It's cold nothingness, mixed with blankness
It's hidden from existence
The darkness, the scar, the burn
From never being heard
Dark spots
Really dark, blank spots
The demise, the suffering, the lies
Uplift, don't drown
Mustn't go too deep
Deep down
Now
Lift up, submerge
Lift and lift and lift
Until sunshine pours in
Glittering gold
Soft spots, warm spots
Longing, needing spots
Of sunshine and happy days
Of feelings of love
Of Uncondition-love
Love that only exist in true form
The need to be, the need to slow
The need to feel not so alone
Soft spots, warm spots
Loving spots
Spots that love and love and love
Love that always seems be and never dies
But grows infinitely and internally, externally
Always
Mix them up
Black spots blank spots and gold spots
Steaks of glitter atop a dark canvas with miles in between
Painted like a twinkling night sky
Or moment held in time
That is some truth of the inside