Today is a night sky day.
Label it, as a night sky day.
Cause all the world is here to fade away
and all the summer heat is for the winter to devour.
Rain my body and wet my eyes to leave them full of sky-life tears.
Cry for the sky because goD is on earth and not on the heavens.
We are God.
We just have to learn how to be prophets
and No One teaches us how to.
Along with other prophets of our time:
people.
Muscicians, poets, and other make-believe figures.
Priests and popes also.
Mechanics, lawyers, an even full time prostitutes.
God lies within them
and circulates in their blood.
Sometimes blood flow flourishes their brain...
but most of the time it doesn´t.
Listen with a mile wide dogma
and peel your eyes to the innermost central core.
Disect your brain and leave it in a jar for scientists to study.