IT is like hacking through jungle with my bare teeth.
My hands are blood and bone, shredded by the rock i have dug through.
I am a holy king of shudder thundering mop action, my psychic tentacles heavy shadowed in their grasp of scrubbing.
The chairs are moved.
I have won.
Small things call for dreamers, moments of love in the crack of a door....
simple touching to release smells and colours, shape shifts of reality causing land slides of plenty
rain of beauty
wash all away
Deep under my
coat is wet
hanging heavy stuck so limp i squeeze it off till i am NAKED
body convulsing in the sheer agony of full and total bliss the exctasy crushing me squished up against the smouldering heat of soul fire burning
all away
NAKEd i run wild and free out into the skirts and folds of SHe eternity
dancing madly
spun spiralled cross moon faces of sun devotion
worship
the stars sparkle out into all time
my clean floors reflect this light.
I am One.
Cleaning.
GOd. x

up and at it.