Thursday, October 31, 2013
If better priests are scratched so lightly
Their wasteful, sour, hushed aspects are anointed
Five times from the heart, for each finger
Of one hand, having the sense of eternity.
Silky thumbs are alight,
A vociferous qualm enlightens the several hapless
In one hand a stain has been rich and lovely,
To see the tasteless stains is apt and adequate.
Be hard and light at the same time!
Be love's severity and not gentleness!