Then God Spoke To Me And Said:

As For Me, I Am A Watercolor. I Wash Off.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.

She Is So Naked And Singular. She Is The Sum Of Yourself And Your Dream. Climb Her Like A Monument, Step After Step. She Is Solid.

... And My Love Stays Bitterly Glowing, Spasms Of It Will Not Sleep, And I Am Helpless And Thirsty And Need Shade But There Is No One To Cover Me- Not Even God.