Some Chic Veil

I will not open this book until I am worthy,
Until each new awakening is welcome

I will not wear God like some chic veil,
Designed to make the wretched profess proper intent

I will not believe the officious,
Proud of their vulgar scrutinies,
Like childhood's wrath against age

I will not be so blind,
To mismatch love and anguish at a certain time

I will not go back on this in search of answers
So passion-less and vague

Not I

I will storm your houses with the foods of his love,
Dressed lightly in that most fine
Unparalysed
By the miracle of your enormous gift,
Such hospitality in every corner of our heart
As may become our kingdom even now

I will dance so fiercely and upwards
As we gaze unknowing
Into absolute eternity
An end to thinning
Eruptions of fat grace
Saturating each Earthly place
I fear to tread.