The only problem is, we don't know.
Everything else can be determined.
Good things in life = good god.
Bad things = bad god.
Do not follow in the footsteps of the
His garden is no humble pasture-
I stopped calling things eachother
long before I knew
I’d found a way between the walls
where I could always go—
There's only a handful of forms
In the moonlight kept all in tether
The people laugh and they shake their heads
They ask me about the weather
A song for every avenue?
A desert where the rain-cloud comes
A parched land where no needle hides
A harsh land where seeds are buried
Under the preponderant clouds
wishing mist on the outskirts of cities
The crowd roves and raves
Speaking with the hearts of dead men
crooked finger, stalling star
light of bottoms, branching bear
the fullest approbation of the far
where yet it hurries on the near
Follow light, and you will be pursued by dark.
Follow dark, and you will escape the light.
I’ve known lust since I was born
for pangs that carry on the air—
droplet notes and woman-song—
deeply sugars for the just-begun.