Christ is a flower

Christ is a flower I am a tree. Christ was crucified upon me. Although Christ is the beginning And the end I need a human friend. Christ was wholly man As I am. Christ was pure and free; My prick won’t let me be. I need conciliation and peace. Christ, let this turmoil cease. I cannot go to Mass. I let the Cup pass. Yet Mass comes to me: Christ’s sacrifice eternally. Eternity Frightens me. The boredom of existing forever Freed of endeavour. - Eternity is not like that I know, Christ, I know. I want to meet Edgar Poe And Baudelaire In the petals of Your eternal flower. Christ is a flower I am a tree. Christ was crucified upon me.