And came back from one
More than others
And deepened on the pulling of strings
And the tying of knots
Fell soon for one thing then another
And [bad word] open handed for another overwhelming attack
Gospel mother for all the names
I sat and watched the sunsets bloom
And new objects of ascending doom
In their innocent hands layed guilt
And guilt would eat their flesh and bones
And I became more than just man
And more than just woman
I became a whole being
One of such pure serenity
Ladeled in bliss and guilt
Ladeled in bliss and guilt

Ladeled in bliss and guilt