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Lathe of Heaven
I tinkered with the lathe of Heaven
its engine burned desire
fashioned form from formlessness
which set my heart afire
a completion of clashing wants
juxtapose to perfection
hair and bone, skin and tone
dressed at my direction
a masterpiece of femininity
an artists crowning prise
I stand in admiration
you're the apple of my eye
Published 24th Nov 2016
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24th Nov 2016 3:25pm
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29th Nov 2016 2:28am
29th Nov 2016 8:47pm
'To let understanding stop at what cannot be understood is a high attainment.
Those who cannot do it will be destroyed on the lathe of heaven.'
The Tao of Ursula
The double entendre of this is fabulous.
Those who cannot do it will be destroyed on the lathe of heaven.'
The Tao of Ursula
The double entendre of this is fabulous.
