To clean the meat, as gold slag
Do you love the soul and only spirit to choose your
A combination of two rays eternal line …
But as you look, my whole and soul-dark …
It is the eyes, chest, arms … broke to you,
Flickering of lust, and before you fall;
Again its transience helmet-n-pit mines.
Streaks of flame rolled on, as if in hell,
I’ll be back, playing in the flesh … It hurts only dream
That thread above, and may rebut,
Love is the seed of eternity, not meat … “