God Went Out Of Me As If

Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.

And What Of The Dead? They Lie Without Shoes In The Stone Boats. They Are More Like Stone Than The Sea Would Be If It Stopped. They Refuse To Be Blessed, Throat, Eye And Knucklebone.

Watch Out For Love (unless It Is True, And Every Part Of You Says Yes Including The Toes), It Will Wrap You Up Like A Mummy, And Your Scream Won't Be Heard And None Of Your Running Will Run.

Let There Be A Heaven So That Man May Outlive His Grasses.

Abundance Is Scooped From Abundance Yet Abundance Remains.