Then God Spoke To Me And Said:

Only My Books Anoint Me, And A Few Friends, Those Who Reach Into My Veins.

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.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I Used To Be. There's A Shadow Hanging Over Me . . . From Me To You Out Of My Electric Devil.

The Windows, The Starving Windows That Drive The Trees Like Nails Into My Heart.