In a way,
your concrete ceilings, let your
wanderings away from the wonders
of the godly intoxication,
of the wine in the ‘Di-vine’:
Pure white celestial of Her Highness:
Full Moon, face half in shadows,
With half a frown above
Her astounded, grey eyes…
Ungodly concerns of most mortals
Mar her worried concerns,
Else veiled in willing disguise.
The man in the ‘hu-man’, doubtful
Of the wine in the ‘Di-vine’ embrace,
Causes her to weep, saged
By her utter disbelief
In the ‘truth’ of their lies!
Hence the concrete man-made,
Raised on grandly, god-like premise!