Madre Querida te pido perdon por mis pecados porque son muchos tuya es Nuestra Vida Cuidenos de todo Mal.
The REd and the Black wires TOUCH TOUCH TWICE
Then run to the challice of a FLower
They prendle farther and dip into Skies.
Rattle and Scatter their Petals to Grind
Then taking the REd Earth and the Black Dot Together in the form of a Pansy
A tiny softly blooms only hours Lives
But while it's alive it quickens and soars Do you hear me I'm answering the Force?
It sounds like a June Bug as it Waddles
I can only hear it in my Silence
Yet is as Certain as a Grain of Sand
It becomes what it is when it Isn't.
Its Oceans are Enormous and Tiny
Philodendrons are FLowers in their Form but nothing that lives outside of the book it has all been written again before how Love sated advantages were Shorn Only the lullabies of the sainted Virgen, who has made everything Live Yet her miracles never written Came They haunted with elegant happiness Their misery was made into Bliss