#getdownyeangels

Get down ye angels from the heights. Try a few of earth’s numinous delights: the orgiastic rustling of the grass. The wind’s brazen feather tickling your arse.

Exchange your robe even for a day with the raiment of one made of clay. Lay down your harp and dig these pipes I play.

I’ll put my lips to the weeping reeds till temptation thrills the heart of every hill and the very stones begin the dance of leaves as if stones had gained a fluttering will.

Welcome ye cherubs to the carnal hubbub. Take a break from heaven’s eternal monotone. Inhabit the splendid risk of flesh and bone.