Twin Souls...stream of consciousness.

...to know that you can never get too lost, never be too broken, that the soul can always be saved, that the earth will always call us home and retain our soul and our memories in its soil, binding the wheat and roots with our hearts and minds, speaking to the innermost depths of our being, telling us to distinguish one headlight from three, to put away the gun, come out of the locked room and kneel before the creator, the beholder, the father, vulnerable and naked, begging for forgiveness, for vision, standing beneath the great vast Oklahoma sky waiting for rain, soul screaming out to the heavens let it rain, open up and pour, soak me down to the bone, the raw material of my existence and free me from this prison, entangle my feet in these roots, my hair in this wind and let the father call me home, call me home papa, call me home.