God welcomes the pour…of spirit…
Well, Come Homme
God souled
Awe that
God possessed
To the pour of spirit
Like heir
That we breathe
Living with abandon
That dusty throne
As pawned an eternity a go
Having discovered homme-lessness
Be gets
Such mortal doings
Relegated on awe sides
Picking up on
Such wayward litter
And know vagrancy at the in
Getting beyond avail
That’s will
And sow much more than a sip
Well
Come homme
