Face of born is flaying down to depths Spiral feeds fire of sun Gods float by oceans of worlds Nakedness of staining is palting the heavenly Hard touches by words of rebellion Circles are hold into cosmic vibrations Brown past scatters the flames
Bosom of earth receives combined pa**ions Myths are circling in a curve of light White flowers were beat by animalness of doms Fruits of spirit of grace drifts Lightly filler, space of flame EO