A Living Epistle

let the divine pen speak and make the cosmos squeak the flows it breathes on hearts in high esteem transcend human arts though your face on canvas is glossy, your picturesque on screen is cosy yet the downpours from heaven's orifice shall enlighten the mind of caprice if the pages of Ovation bewitch and the exotic fashion mags itch but through the verses of this parchment you shall become a sacrament a living epistle scribbled on the Holy scroll of the temple, in the inner sanctum preserved for the heavenly mansion ad infinitum