Dwell on tragedy, no payments. A humble explanation on your part so we can take it. Didn't count me. More fights with cancer, you're out of your mind. You try to kill your own child.
Holy answer is peace.
Then I see a man sitting on the ground, feet cut off, cauterized, wrapped in rags. Pants burned at the bottoms, black jeans. She says, God or Rod you're heavy. Voice, we'll dream these dreams. Dreams of mountains.