Blessed are the crotches of love:
Love them love them love them.
Blessed are the slowly senile:
I will be one of them.
Blessed are the cases of nuclear enrichment:
Children are born there.
Blessed are those who profess language, tender & targeted:
Their bullets will unfold their tiny lips into golden oracles.
Blessed are those who listen closely and more closely:
They live in the chambers of truth & under the cloths of the Holy.
Blessed are those whose eyes embrace the pure & the terrible:
Their bones, muscle and blood will vibrate & breathe with the one & only.
Stephen Vincent
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