I.
You whisper'd something to the rain
Standing on the water, as holy as a crane
Tucked behind, your wingspan, a mere fifty feet wide
A deep-burning pair of Virgilian eyes
II.
I vow to retrieve your cry
My Night, shapeless and ghost-eyed
Feigning Life, in the half-light
III.
O sweet, voiceless breeze
Come swift and cool my tea
with hands, ever-saintly
IV.
It thunders and howls
Wonders and scowls
All of God's fears,
measured on your brow
V.
Fading seers, plant Life in clay
The hallowed Sophia
Crumbling to the sound:
Revelation, perpetually drown'd
VI.
Orpheo, tripping in the Deep
The Shores of Styx
Deftly kissing his feet
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It's Salvation that you want.
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It's Salvation that you want.
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