I am

I am but a man as this pen is but a pen
Self indulgence in French chocolat
The caricatures of Lat

Missing the mark of communion forbids you to communion
A world in constant evolution, lets not forget revolution
An affinity in divinity
A flux in the self, myself

I worship the God that showers me
I bow before the God that loves you
I prostrate before the God that feeds us

In a library I gaze at the magnificence of the girl in brunette hair
Tucked within itself, her hair flows like silk
What radiance she emits in that black velvet
A moment in time encompassing the flux of divinity
A realization of individuality