and loves me anyway.
otherwise
how can I start singing and dancing
with no explanation?
I don't give an explanation to my self.
otherwise
how can I follow my soul's direction,
in to infinite vistas or holocaust ovens?
These things come to me, I can't ignore them.
Better if she thinks I'm a little bit crazy
and loves me anyway.
otherwise
how can I ever really laugh, or cry?
how can I find myself jacked up on raw electric energy
or devastated and born anew by the way a hawk circles in the air?
Better, I say, if she thinks I'm a little bit crazy
and I think she's a little bit crazy too.
That way we can both dance our way
into God.
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