I won't be around forever, you know.
A deathed out bomb, I'll step away from the clay
when my hands get dry
and you lose your shape.
That is the will of god.
That is the will of god.
The sight of you splashes in my birdbath eyes
that bang on the door of distant windows outside.
From real far off, they almost look like stars.
My heart a haunted house,
rent sinks like a car.
That is the will of god.
That is the long, winded will of god
She never knows why she is laughing.
She says cicadas don't know why they sing.
I suppose I don't know why I am either.
In a cage, I flap my wings,
reading the will of god.
That is the will of god.
That is the will of god.
One last line of dirt and dust
that my brooming brain has a tough time sweeping up,
a tough time sweeping up.
That is the will of god.
That is the will of god.
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