furyOfHeaven

.'....embodys of legend, beyond reasons domain, all the fury of heaven pumped thru the viens, enjoined we become this feel taken hold, mad beauty, mad brilliance, the alchemy of gold........' , from a poem I wrote in my very early twenties...... heavenly things are as fierce, and raw and honest, and flawed as the devils, it’s about passion.….All beautiful things are fierce, unflinching, relentless, and yet equally sublime, tender, and vulnerable. We're magnificent sleeping giants.

How does this relate to the image? I don’t know yet.