When It Comes For You, No CHOICE

Oh, man, oh, woman, is there any subject you do not decide about?

Is there, I wonder?

Some phantom that decided all about you?

If so, do you feel its existence?

Is it present for you now?

Rapping At Your Door?

Does it seem to you that when you make the slightest effort to grasp any pinch of its essence you lose touch with it?

That's what I'm talking about. The weirdest stories are the best ones.

This one's so weird that it makes it known that God and No God amount to noise.

It is written, I Am

simply respond, U R

It would be the nature of what it is that is not ours to grasp.

I want to leave with

It's Your Friend

makes sense of all the rest.