We´re driving.
Just me and God.
It´s raining.
It´s raining hard.
The windows are steaming up.
The bridge engulfed by fog.
The rust of the metal bridge.
It beckons.
It pulls me in.
I argue.
I scream at God and what he´s offering.

And my hands fly off the steering wheel.
Can´t recall getting here.
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off.
My thoughts run off the beaten track.
There´s no lighthouse or way back.
Take the hand of God and bite the feeder.
No more lingering.

I´m driving.
I talk to God.
He´s screaming.
I only nod.
I need to be where you are.
The leaves and trees are shaking.
It´s raining.
The bullets melt.
The hunger of hunger itself.
It´s draining but pain has reservoirs it keeps for itself.

And my hands fly off the steering wheel.
Can´t recall getting here.
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off.
My thoughts run off the beaten track.
There´s no lighthouse or way back.
Take the hand of God and bite the feeder.
No more lingering.

I´m falling I´m not in myself.
I´m diving.
I´m underneath.
The hull of a mighty ship that steams away from here.
The bubbles.
The surface race.
They shine and they replicate.
I hear it.
The voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your hands.

And my thoughts run off the beaten track.
There´s no lighthouse or way back.
Take the hand of God and bite the feeder.
No more lingering.
My hands fly off the steering wheel.
Can´t recall getting here.
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off.