I Have A Black Look I Do

True. There Is A Beautiful Jesus. He Is Frozen To His Bones Like A Chunk Of Beef. How Desperately He Wanted To Pull His Arms In! How Desperately I Touch His Vertical And Horizontal Axes! But I Can't. Need Is Not Quite Belief.

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.