Shiva and the Seraphim are
Such unsocial butterflies, for
One needs many limbs to keep a-
Way the coming horde that cries for
One, and then there’s One who has six
Wings to cover up and hide a-
Way, both separate and congre-
Gate around the walls we conse-
Crate, we call them saints and fall pros-
Trate upon the ground, go tumbling
Down and then we find a piece of
Mind amidst the dust they leave behind.
– from a Baylor notebook, Fall 2011