NOT FROM NOTHING
I dreamt of a God who said 'Make me some dirt,' as
if this God was unable Itself to do it. Secondary
infestation of power and will, I figured. What did
I want with any of that - 'all or nothing,' as they
say in the swamp brigades. I simply moved along,
aware of my ends and all my own manifestations.
I had hands to clap with and feet with which to flee.
Any harbor storm, come a'blowin' in, could take me
out. (This entire last scansion is pretty much without).
'You make up the meaning as you go along.' That
was the final thing this feeble God had said to me.
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