I don't quite know how it happened, but I fell in love with this Jesus in whom I never quite believed. What a strange decade! I've found such freedom in this way of life.
But forgive me, old friends. I left many of you behind, chasing after this Spirit.
It is a strange thing to love a ghost, even a Holy Ghost.
Like spider webs.
Like stepping off a cliff into nothingness
spinning spinning spinning
wrapped in finest cloth
light and sleepy
like the morning
when anything is possible.
Forgive me for becoming incomprehensible
I barely understand myself.