Of divinity

Started and strangled yet I don't know why,
Schisms run up the back of my spine,
A dinosaur behind a typewriter,
Pecking away across the sky,
Ancient stabling my cross,
In a letter I have started,
Never meant to end,
Arms cradled I don't know why,
It's thoughts they tell me,
Will become my end,
So I stand here,
Naked just you and me,
In this one pure moment,
Of divinity,
Angels in glass,
Pour down upon me,
Your love and mercy,
For once I have seen through you,
Do you really see into me?

FTBAS  12.24.12