Spinning Wheel....

spinning wheel... turning in the sand. God didnt die... you did! the body taken down from the cross silently weeps... the tears sound like rivers, and buds on the limb! the bottle on the table, containing the self... falls to the floor, and shatters! the floor wet with desire and breath. angels dance barefoot, the glass shimmers with light! the wolf cub curled, so close to the fur. the shouts of the leaves, unborn, unseen. the dirty hand, and the eyes just opened. read the sriptures in the dirt, written in flesh! spinning wheel.... turning in the sand!