Every Atom—Saturated with Love

Every atom—saturated with love. And every garden the footprints
Of God. Love is unspent, unbolted, and unlived. Thus the sky, a
Fallen outlet. And I pray courage, my topaz rose, for love, a
Verdant pasture. Thus the heart, a faithful storm; and thus the soul,
A wealth of tears. But depth the core, my bashful star; and spirit,
My salient dream. Thus adrift, my cryptic gaze; and thus aloft, my
Mystic heart. But depth the soul, a flaming scar. And depth the
Touch, a ruptured tear.

Every atom—saturated with love. And every garden the footprints
Of God. Love is feral, florid, and unraveled. Thus the rune, a rising
Flare; thus the soul, a rising flame. And depth the heart, the softest
Prayer. Yet and still, a vivid kitsch. Thus the core, fraught with
Ache; and thus the mind, pleading mercy. Hence the pain, the art of
Wisdom; and depth the soul, a fallen kingdom.