All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.
Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings