i see an idol tall as cedar tree and face like moon her face covered by hair like black brush ( in other poem : like mist) sitting in a way and hope for an attention
god you know god you are the safeguard you said love love that mean we have a god
what a reversal thing what a good thing and what a beautiful , God! we are hot ,we are hot of this love like sun hide so hide , apparent ... so apparent , God!