YA MUQADDIM     (invoking The Prioritisor)
				God drops bombs of poetry.                    His endless bliss explodes at me                   I tried to close but life just flowed                       creative force reopening me.                He breaks my doors; His joke’s on me                  My aching jaws get soaked by Him                   His flow’s too strong for anything                    I can construct or throw away:               My best attempts just can’t compete               with all the Laws His love completes                       I must admit I’ll never win                           False pride has died;                               I live in Him              cos God drops bombs called poetry.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           explanatory note
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