the good catholic mystic
10.12.2010
O Golden fire that cools.
Ye cumulous of brimstone.
Hail all you stones, crushing, cinders piercing, the death of all.
Life to ash.
Grass to black.
Blue to murk.
Sweet to salt. . .
I thunder in the sky.
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