Let The Light Be Called Day So

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

Stop The Darkness And Its Amputations And Find The Real Mccoy In The Private Holiness Of My Hands.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.

And If I Tried To Give You Something Else, Something Outside Myself, You Would Not Know That The Worst Of Anyone Can Be, Finally, An Accident Of Hope

Need Is Not Quite Belief.