More John 1

He just always was
God, never lonely
Never bored

He made it all with words
Spoke us into life
Breathed this life
Into us



Imagine no rain
Just an even mist
Falling from this perfect perimeter of sky
And all your neighbors are giants
I see men like trees walking

Pretend you have an ordinary floor
When the rain starts you are merely
A new thing

You watch the floor.

As days go buy you sense a change in this world without barometer
Pressure rises

You watch the floor
With a fixed concentration
Long after you should have run
To the tree line/to the mountains
Of a broken world

You watch the floor

And once there
Perched on the edge of this world
The last memory of dragons

You are stilled by a storm without
A name.

When the river rises
Carry me
When the mountains fall
Carry me
When the man behind you laughs in the face of rain

And other words for falling

You watch the floor