All gods are letters All letters are ideas All ideas are numbers All numbers, perfect signs
A man becomes a habit A man is not a habit The both break at that God is babbling again All acts are gods All gods are dying All dead are lies All lies are myths All myth is eternal Even eternity's in trouble Bells usher the road the way Walcott uses the word Heraldic could save us lots of trust and funny style act(ed) All ritual is closeness to the source of all gods are tortured I heard somebody say
I heard somebody say
I heard somebody say
I heard somebodysay
Iheardsomebodysay
I am singing/always
A god is not a healer I write so many letters I am so many ideas prayers could get embarrassing and ordinarily today 75% off heart necklaces in the Amazon I became the somebody saying (Atman/Atmon, c'mon, you too?) some sun in the way of patience some pleasure in the taste for none I heard somebody say I am somebody today / All love is rage I'd rather be naked and on my knees in private than find out why you stay that high/habit /liar/ my man I am more myself than ever before and less yours therefore and more yours than all these years we've spent hiding like sources in one another's music. Is it that we find disaster soothing or it makes everything more true and impossible. All truth is impossible. Another notch in our god complex. Only the impossible happens. It's worth repeating. Iheardsomebodysay I heardsomebodysay I hurt that way today like overhearing All sound is one time or another a part of your body absorbed by it's own orbit around doubt and certainty as they relate to freedom which has never existed and would be really really dumb to blame on one another weather a billboard or a picket sign it reads the same minor blues about the weightlessness of desire in the eyes of its object Or something like it A crisis of rumors resolved by all that they cover for Should we trust our memories anymore? Just yesterday we All secrets are lazy ass evidence of things not seen but I seen it first such a mean drummer such that sin is redundant and safe from itself I heard it said that the thrill of romance is only another answer for war of whatever the story needs at the time bored with relevance is a great place to re-enter a myth
