I'm looking for god

Go to a book

Read the words of a story

But the lover dies

And the woman is left

In the bedroom

With a shadow of herself on the wall



She falls from the bottom, o no

But her arms grow

Like pipe cleaners with rubber

Bands inside only prettier

She taps the sky and the guy

Who died taps back



That is quite a fairy tale

Gimme something real

Go back re read the very last page

Cracking there to feel



A fall from the bottom, o no

How far down do you have to go







Like the red balloon

With a pink elephant inside

Getting heavier...can't reach the sky

Please everything that died come back



In this dream of daily life

I cannot describe

I recognize the words i read

In the wrinkles around your eyes



We all fall down to the bottom...but then

Get lifted up again

Like a soap bubble

Flying past a weeping willow tree

Only prettier

To tap the sky

And burst once more to try



I'm looking for god...