o BLOOD and WATER; that you journed from the hearts of archangels (saliva made of weal and woe, and out of their eyes— tears like red red wine that looks like wrath and tastes like the scornful youth) as a source of MERCY for us: should i confide in you? can heaven be so envious? you FIEND ANGELICAL: despised and yet so divine. you put these roots that plunge deep into earthly tether a million feet into the ground and be combusted by the inferno. it will engulf us. and YOU (the DAMNED saint, the ARTIFICIAL nature) will smile.
