30: Sodom And

Blindness was sudden, like heartbeats

we merely wanted to feel as we had come to know it.

This is a human thing: not good enough

for angels.

Daughters are sacred vessels, but no wrong was there in sailing

them full of men. This story is aged out of meaning.

Let a man sail with a man and the sea is fire. Such a human thing:

to declare values. Not good enough.

Fill every hole to a mound; make the mound a mountain; wash at it

with a flood - judgement.

A probe on the surface of the ocean,

we search. Everything is on the floor, covered. This is us:

we believe the vessel is worth more than the passenger,

christen empty voyages of shiny paper crafts on water,

always fixing their folds, desperate.

String love in the sails of a vessel.

Fill wind with compassion when words escape;

set need, outside of desire, and need is invisible.

You are needless. Alive. Coming to the door, demanding:

fire and brimstone until he offers daughters.

It is a human thing

to live the consequence of action; and

say it is a wheel that turns, feels the rebound. It is

a hammer and a nail.

Desire is on fire in Earth's mind, and becomes every wave of thought.

Feel the drying of creation, bleed the salt.

Do we not know

a full stomach, the heat, stretch, and pain of force. In the birth,

taste the salt on your lips, watch for signals bursting inside.

If the men are coming, do not give them your angels.

Do not look back to see the world adjust; do not

lend yourself as a pillar in the mire. Do not condone

the use of the women.

The men could not bed the angels.

This is not about man's preference in love for man.

Daughters were offered, and a wife was taken. Feel the rebound.

Proceed to the mountain or stop in the town. Sail

a vessel full of angels.

Your needs are prepared so far ahead you will never reach them.