It was the wettest desert I'd ever been in. Ocean.
I called it for how dry and heavy the water flowed.
Hot air moved dead ground to make it so called.

I saw God, before i saw God.
- I told God to hold on, while i was letting go.
Though it was me who needed to get a grip.

And so, i so on'd; carrying on farther away.
He, rummaging my heart for a room set for Him.
All I felt were empty knockings, so well unprepared.

I was so cold. Pumping pipes of silent smoke.
How could this engine run,...