sham-less windows you can see right through (that is, if shams were not just for pillows but windows too)

a wink in the eye
and the eyes open wide;
some wine in the side
and the mouth gets louder.

yell louder and louder!
yell yonder and yonder!
yonder, i say!
and again i say yonder!

yonder, beyond where the waters parth,
where the milk and honey flow.
and yonder, where the dividing waters parth
(really? says tim, manic depressing, unchaotic, and slow).

but what do they yell,
standing at the gates of hell?

why, of course, they were yelling
a question unanswered and compelling:
how her was doing,
all that she did
and not just saying
all that she said

what? how her was, doing?
that’s not right grammar!

no – i know, don’t even worry,
wait and listen,
hear the best of the story:
a promise -- she’s with us.

she’s with us?
who's with us?
enough of your stories!

no, she is us.
and,
enough allegories.

she is us? No!
that’s not right! grab her!

Yes, she is us.
And Sheisus lives,
and does so forever.