All of language is a suggestion
with the intimacies of it's intricacies
I play only when I am so unburdened
with what is right and proper, with what is not
"Cleanliness is next to godliness"
yet I mind not, to play with dirt and filth.
There need not be a God to do godly things
After all, I've seen the churches,
and I'd rather the sty.
Look into the heart-filled tumor
It's all an oyster:
filled with pearls
The world is a muscle I throw sand into