Salvador Dali

he got his sins pulled
like teeth meanwhile
my throat is sand
blowing in the wind of a place wide and forgotten
I see the vision even on top of now
and here or there is kind
fruitful
unassuming and effervescently so 
ahhh
the wilderness
I was timid in my understanding of her
her presence in me
her goodness
the God up her sleeve
we ache and throb and sob the house down
lost from spinning around 
lost and pinned and loud
symbols of the ages floating through a window
crumbled at the edges
walls built by time folding in on itself
we play like babies
putting everything in our mouths
most notably the sand