been thinking about you, God giving you the nod wherever you are outposted, steeple-housed, or found in my kettle-drum noise are you easy to see as the sea pounding the blonde beach lustily? I've been thinking about you, God-- you old dog, the god-oddity (a mind can play tricks) but if you're the only one then why are you so many? but I'm thinking, listening, observing I'm on to you - you are both, right? Like you're the cute chubby baby in a high chair grubbing finger-food cheerios & you're Fritz, the cat scratching OCD-like in your litter box you are both both scratch and crunch at once am I on to you God?
Sound Theology?
13
Feb