My homage to Patti Smith

I will never be you, meet you, see you, do you
But I will keep an essence of your soul always in my cupped hand
I will cup this glimpse and I will eat from it
When my weak heart turns trembling
I will eat you, every time, I will

They cannot shut you down, they cannot, will not shut me down
And if they try, glue this mouth, and fill it with their dirt and plastic edges
If my mouth are smashed, shattered
I will let my eyes speak, I will let them burn, burn, burn
With the holy shine of sacred stone eyes and I know
God will fight for me
If my mouth is shut, I know
God will fight for me through
my Holy Ghost eyes

Art lives along, it lives, it has not been but it is
And nothing can be worthy - This glimpse of soul that I stole
I stole a glimpse of soul and it’s yours, Patti.
I’m not ashamed, I’m thankful, graced by your grail of life
For you awoken my resting veins and there is blood in me,
again there is blood!
My mouth will live on this glimpse of soul
and my Ghost Holy eye will never rest but burn

Thank you