When with your gold you came ,

When with your gold
You came thus
Whence in Your fragrance
me lies happy with lust
When this breezy autumn sings so much
In me, like a never felt before kind, a statiety,
When this morn creates a hallucinationary rise,
When in Your Deepest Love, me gets locked, and me dies,
Dyed like a bomb aplomb
Colored colored to the full,

me can only take the road,
More and more,
To get fully immersed
In your bless,
In your truest Love,

make me today a flying soul,
A wonderous saucer,
A crystal bowl,
A sprite,
Borne by Your Gold,
Your joyous state,
Your Awesome plunge,
Your Light...


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