The spirit is breathing <br />eternal internal <br />until the Word eternal <br />external matters <br />mixing us up to ourselves <br />for a spell <br />farming a slower <br />and alternate alchemy <br />to offer the ailing lead earth <br />a gold body <br />as fluent as rivers of wine <br />turned to water <br />where a stolen red penny <br />pays crossing price <br />but limits the magic <br />to son and to daughter <br />who will both <br />priest and sacrifice.<br /><br />Steven Silent Wolf<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mass-4/
