I was naked when I didn't die. I was driven, tearing the sun's rays in that shining carriage, possessed by glowing trans dreams.I lost control, when great wings slipped off my back.  I entered thirsty inside me, praying the colour red. I found the sanctuary between of my legs, above where the thighs laboured against each other, marking the skin, as I laughed Alleluias with praises full of mojo. The clay pots overflow with oil and we lubricate our courage that way. It was tremendous when the spirit blew and we stood alert in the earthen yard, the dust rising, mist, a choir in the sky and the girls speaking strange uplifting tongues. It was tremendous, when I looked around and we were clothed with power, super multiplying the anointing, the braids were like the roots of the fig trees, they expanded through the atmosphere. We entered the dimension of the supernatural.So we won the war. When I sighted the river - which is dear mama - I crumbled in tears that brought restoration to the wounded mountains of my soul. there was no control, the glory flowed from us all in abundance; the meaning, it was in them, being them the life itself.