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wake up.

it's 3 am.

your god is dead.

my god is dead.

it's true i never knew You

my god is buried in a desert under a dead sun.

but i would follow You into a new one.

your beauty is the light of a pearl wrapped in it's china coat, deeper than the grain of sand that was buried in it's milk white stomach at birth. your warm smile is an african sunrise on the face of the orphan just awakened. the summer's best offering of starlight in your diamond eyes. and what am i, darling? the rain on your rooftop that sings in ( Read more... )

i am no king upon a rooftop ( Read more... )

two of them actually.

'tupelo' for my good friend eric jason and also..

'the earth is a phonograph'

'in darkness the light shines on me ( Read more... )

wake up! i shake the dust from both my feet and raise my arms ( Read more... )

sugar bug ( Read more... )

the spirit speaks inside, as if from paul's prison, longing to be set free. to see the brothers and sisters. to encourage and be encouraged. these hands are tired from giving birth to the insipid works of my restless, turning mind. to be content with the servant-in-waiting, this cat-and-mouse with the death i see crawling around in the corner, it ( Read more... )

set yourself apart thief! or else become the common thief that everyone else is all too pleased to be. when i came upon your path, the diamond himself had already crept up the stairs to see what you kept there. coming out with his arms full of all your copper pots and pans, the best silver, the tapestries spun by your mother and grandmother's ( Read more... )