i think we will be good friends.
GOD TALKS .
he speaks in splendors and miracles , in wrath and rancor ; his voice is a sound heard in the pain of the body and the balance of the soul . god talks , AND WHAT DO THEY HEAR ? heathens will hear the sound of shattered glass hitting the pavement from those temples of their FALSE IDOLS ; angels will hear the honey coated lies nursed to them from the very moment their feathers plume ;
AND YOU ? you hear nothing .
( or so you say . for god ? god sounds like an old friend draped in the dust of those aging bones of yours . he sounds like the creaking foundation of an old worn home you’ve come to count as your own , hands trailing a weak wall and feet on bowing floor , knowing it will be gone before you , as it was here after you . god , in all his voices , sounds accepting . BUT YOU KNOW HE IS NOT . )
“ friends? ” kamski sounds like god . nothing more than a fractal of shattered glass and falling feathers , but enough to wrangle a smile from those dead lips of yours . “ … perhaps. but good? ”
you will be anything but good for one another , death and god .
/ @kmskis , for a big god you are not .