Melt When Not Even Gods' Fingers Touch.

Your souls like un-clarified butter It needs to melt be put to the fire Glow like an amber cinder Ready to explode sparkle its gold But yet remain whole in its mould. Your soul needs to cudgel open your head And leap ten steps ahead of you Your soul needs to expose a new channel That flows unheeded through your heart And like clarified butter smoother you. With syrup sunrays—let it surround you Let it bathe and rinse right through you Till all the sun and the stars Are reflecting and refracted through you. Be the honey all bees want to set to wax. Melt when not even Gods' fingers touch.