Come,
come to me,
come touch the earth.
Drop upon me and fight
in all that magnificent fury
of yours.
Tear this skin,
melt me like wax,
beckon the tears from my face
and the visions from my eyes.
I can’t stop you;
your glory is beautiful,
your edges and shades are a delight
to me.
So come caress this land,
Wash me down and purify,
Refine my rapture
And form a fitter matron.