I talked to a tidal wave shaped like god.
it told me the world was better off empty.
there is no such thing as quiet
there is only overwhelming static
leaking into your skull
dripping from the ceiling
burning holes through the floor.
I talked to a tidal wave shaped like god
hand pressed to the third rail.
blue feet in frigid water
palms open to the sky.
waves echoed from its form
its whispers pushed a breeze through my hair.
I talked to a tidal wave shaped like god.
it told me we were better off nothing.