I am ready for another. Ready and prepared. The other day, I think God spoke to me about it. I saw it in the glean of a cigarette wrapper. God spoke to me this way - believe me journal, it happened, and God said that it will be soon. If I kept really looking I would find her. It felt like a battle then, between the heavens and the hells, where I was being offered up, and gifted, like it meant a lot that this was happening, and I felt afraid, honored and scared for what may come of it all. I don’t know where I will see her, but I thought first I would go downtown and into the heart of where my heart is - that’s probably where I’ll find my heart. I know that she’ll be there. So I should just go then - I’m even thinking of getting up really early even to catch her. Maybe in the new promise of morning we will find each other, while dew still rests over the Earth and no one stands in the way of our becoming. Maybe in the evening when the Earth hides and lets the universe take over the night, we dance then. But I will look all day and find her and not stop ‘til I see her.
God open my eyes.
With your mouth kiss my eyes.
Light up my eyes in the night.
They are worn and they are sleepy.
I am tired and in need of a hope.
There will be two and not one. Make us one from two.///