Ask yourself, God is what, God is who Then call the silence Sam And call Sam the silence
God of flowers wind chime and light God of no and winter and right God of hard nails who knows how to fight
God of yesterday tomorrow and night God of microwave paper and sight God of alabaster bullets and spite
Ask yourself, am I Sam am I Sam… Then bluff the silence, Call yourself…
hm?
I feel confused at the totality of the ‘God’ concept within this context. Almost as if my comprehension wraps around the brilliance, but yet never seems to control or know it.
But yet… I feel like this was a good thing, intended if you will.
Nice poem.
Can you elaborate? I guess this poem was pretty conservative for me…
pompous pap