This undocumented god
seeks asylum in my heart.
I fuss up some papers,
run out the back
and leave the heart to him.
This undocumented god
seeks asylum in my heart.
I fuss up some papers,
run out the back
and leave the heart to him.



It should all of it fit.
Even all the worst
you’d never have do with it.




Where the wind doubles back
and the same rain falls twice