And I would live on water and hard bread, for days or weeks or when, if only so you can feel sustained.
Would face down the mob, charge heedlessly into the end of pitchforks as the distraction for your escape.
Well the song is true ya know, cuz you're a god, and i am not.
Imagine my surprise to fall asleep next to a friend--and wake up beside a deity.
All the others may not believe in your divinity, but I do.
They have not walked the dark paths we have traveled; they did not wrestle with angels in the desert.
Some love to test my devotion, play-acting trial and temptation as I lean casually from skyscrapers.
Some attempt to stage you in their portraits, always end up with sloppy lines and wrong dimensions.
Then there are those who deny you completely. I can only look on with pity as they turn gradually into pillars of salt.
I woke up next to a god shivering in the bed. I grabbed a brush and started living in violet.
Many will hear me, few will listen, but, really, the only person who will find any meaning is you.
SM Aug 2010
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