Oh my raging heart!
I map with math your maddened steps
and scythe the outcrop of your starts:
--The double spiral in and out
Twining serpents, vortex routes--
And refuse to blame your evil depths.
I’ve melted God like candle-wax
His burning bush to empty ash
Your inner flush of tender sun
Fever love for the Ama muse
I loose a bruise across the one.
Mattria the everall
Feels in me the centercall
Will she give her mask to me?
Ama dare I tear you free?
I seek logic cold exact
To harness furnace and its black
Which hides from man my rabid love,
till the circuit pures to puzzle solved.
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Perfection
Is
Easy
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