Don't Let This Touch You

Wilderness
Can’t be done
Unfinished
Can’t be done
Don’t let it touch you
Don’t let this touch you
Words are blanks
Words are ghosts
Words are God
Words don’t make the rain go
I’m confused
By freedom
What do you do?
With freedom?
I heard them in the dark
Heard the things they do
I heard the heavy whispers
Whispering, 'don't let this touch you'
(How, how?
How, how?
How, how?
How, how?)
Don’t let this touch you
Don’t—
Don’t let it touch you
Don’t—
His glowing face
By the stove
His orange face
Daddy, make the rain go