Lovely pretext of the eye's

The glance is a lovely pretext of the eye's and death also is a pretext though not so lovely.
The thorns maintain our blood, and there is a new sex of people that has discovered God.
We can wipe out the glances and bury death even though it is filling the world like a vast smoke in flower.
We can hammer all the thorns into ourselves and never draw a perfect likeness of God.
But we can't join up the eye with death nor the thorn with god.