Upon Moscow i gazed
upon stupor i laid
cold and drunk for your love.
Chapters came after chapters
verses came after verses
chapters came before chapters
verses came before verses
chapters came before verses, then verses before chapter, and before verses, then chapters...
still i found you not.
They say youre in the scriptures.
i wondered, if youre the ink on each chapter, then verse.
or Invisible? but then how have thou pope seen thee?
or am i worthy not of your sight?
..............................SIGHS....................
Holy are you lord, all creations call you God
Worthy is your name, we worship Your Majesty.
Like it was done Noah, i have flooded the scriptures,
with the salty water in my natural lake, rlative to my iris.
Still i have found you not.
Where have thou glory gone?
Why have thou kindness decamped?
why must thou creation burn?
Where art thou destiny? said to be mapped.
Forgive me lord, for i have sinned,
but question not my mouth/lips, for it speaketh the heart.
Forgive me lord, for i have sinned,
but question not my doings, for i do that which thou have willed me to.
Forgive me lord, for i have sinned,
but cast me not out of eden, for moscow i see, is too cold.
..............Forgive me lord, for i'm nothing more than your old baby......
