god is in me
i am in god
(he would probably puke)
god is in me
i am in god
(he would probably suffocate)
god is in me
i am in god
(he would probably throw
me out)
god is in me
i am in god
on and on
my bell goes
until i feel
divinity peels
the layer
and layer
of filth from
this furnace
of desires
until i feel
a cleaner
and purer
me emerges
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
highly original and well thought out thought provoking piece. Very enjoyable read. Hugs Anna xxx