Garbed in sacred luminescence, <br />Three coats, blue-heaven incandescence. <br />Attacks of frenzy? Lack composure? <br />Know religion blows without some closure! <br />You're crystal, fragile, stain-glass rattle- <br />all templed- words chewed- low as cattle. <br /> <br />You praise God (peeking!) Time's now 'seven.' <br />Wound-up, alarmed. Hands raised to Heaven. <br />Devoutly say, shout-lift loud refrain- <br />chime as 'eight', ring 'nine', 'ten' toll. Profane! <br /> Such surplus exceeds Love's needs! . Confess, <br /> Vile self-cellar's crevice -snake? venom? YES-S-S-S!<br /><br />Shelley Byron Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-belief/
