divine child


I met christ last night

he was a classical violinist from spain

And Isaw a portrait god

but when i realized it was a mirror

i had to look away

he asked me if i knew

and his eyes were flashing violet

and he had fuck written on his forhead

in glow paint

i said "your eyes are beautiful"

and he said "you understand"

and i told him "life is beautiful"

he asked me how i made the air breathe

and i took his hands and i covered them with mine

then i brought them to his core

we are all divin"

and he ask me how we were worthy

we're not worthy we just are

then he introduced me to his brother

and together he and i

wove the spanning threads together

and molded the energy with eyes closed