(by Edward McCrorie)
I'm like God: how did I do that?
She's like Wow, that's neat.
I want it all spelled out. But she's like
Dont be a language
freak. I'm like Words are me
somehow, my own head.
Until there's doubt like, silence. She's like
Why let it bug you?
I let it bug me. What am I like,
like really? If silence
and sound split what's left? I'm like
What is my own thing?
She's like Be like me, stay loose,
don't fight it. I fight it.
She's like Think about space, far out.
Be like nothing.
(from Gone Games, Brick House Books 2010)