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Sinner and Saint. Sinner and Saint. When I look at you This humble Earth which sustains me This reasonable flat, this solid rounding, this haven Which has my feet to a grinding wheel’s tread That keep’s control of all mind’s faculties And to a fix of moral conscience But when I look at you and love you Then I lose my stand on earth’s surface I am then lost of all my good nature That I lose my grip of gravity’s energy And torn from the magnetic force of harmony To be cast out into a space of time and place When I look at you I know emotion’s move The drifting of an eternity, an illusion of passion That I drop down to countless rhythm’s of music Which are disjointed and raucous Then up to a choral sweetening of angels So I know the power of a high heaven And the brimstone of fire’s hell Your look, it makes me both Sinner and Saint Equal proportions of both, a moral efficiency And feelings of such loose morality That each, to account, plays a stage of high drama As a Saint, I make you saintly in terms of love Which can only heighten you to a light of adoration And preserves the natural spirit of womanhood But… When the devil is within, the Sinner Then I am to the devil born and all hell breaks loose And this passion brings out such lust Which carries us down to the bowels of Hades Where even shadows fear to cast themselves And where we die in a petite morte The writhing of little death, ridden on wild horses And the Sinner becomes the devil incarnate Until heaven calls and we are to a drift Upwards and soft to it all, to a calming peace To a soft composure... Until I look at you once again |
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Ahhh.... but that 'petite mort' is sensually delicious! How can that make folks sinners!! Mmmmmm...... ..
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