sometimes I do not think
I simply know
I know that God is trying
to get out to me
to take ahold of my shoulders and grip them with his force and shake me awake out of this nightmare-ish dream world
He calls to me in
voices of a middle-aged woman
morse code beeps from the microwave
he grabs ahold of my hands
and my fingers and
controls them like
they are on
puppet strings.
made of cobwebs.
God speaks to me (in cobweb puppet strings).
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