I and the father are one the starved become divine a golden child is born these temporary hands of His, mine a Christian Midas given golden truth how can a babe be born long of tooth? starve the man become the child benevolence to self becalm the wild patient with woman whose faith is slow[…]
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in some days you will reckon with your dark he sprawls and splays beneath paying no mind for he is the bread and breadth of you in some days obstreperous one you will make pay to this quiet thunderer he feeds without hunger plays without plot and acts without willing a teacher untaught how shaking[…]