The Invisible Church

The invisible church
 Born into your mouth
 Dreams purr into your cundom
 From your horizon of grace
 And bolts and heard the water
 
 Breach in Cox
 Your children are my children
 I and you sourced them
 And soared up to the streams and quit
 Thus I misspelt all
 The saids heard just swirls, kill tuned
 Funneled and bred the dark night
 He hummed to me and ergo ego
 The voice in void and voice
 If I hinted "His is the fog"
 Would you swim drinking mist?
 And agree with me
 That "Oh, how divine to sink
 Or swim dreaming of him and Al and
 La Belle Époque
 Splashing twins and the Gospel"
 Live and die, 4 last things
 Whilst the train chuckles along
 Hymning your traced seed?
 And shall we, and can we execute?
 I heard lists of houses, creeks, small fishes
 With Judah banners
 There was something dead in the jigsaw
 Well jagged, you sped into the twilight
 Plucked thistles, kissed cowslip
 Drinks hosted to the goddess Shirley
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 Frater, what is the state of ghosts?
 The sex of stars?
 In the frame of the lashed face
 Under the turretted galaxy
 On that boat, I smelt of horsies
 And whistled the death plumb disco
 Anger and stupid arise
 In my moon garden
 Pulled straps on my lips
 And read Acts VII: 48 read
 Romans II: 2 read
 Romans II: 2-3 read
 Romans too II: 2-9
 And approach the gentle core of the sealed
 And the master of the moonsmile
 It is all Greek to see and spell
 And count drinking the letters
 Crowned with bars and nails
 Those flowers grew