Though Rain Curses The Window Let The

God Is Only Mocked By Believers.

God Owns Heaven But He Craves The Earth.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

I Have Forgiven All The Old Actors For Dying. A New One Comes On With The Same Lines, Like Large White Growths, In His Mouth. The Dancers Come On From The Wings, Perfectly Mated.

Give Me Your Skin As Sheer As A Cobweb, Let Me Open It Up And Listen In And Scoop Out The Dark.