Apocalypse of Jude

/is that thunder/ /it is thunder/ /well i never/ /strange/ /dry thunder no rain/ /if there was rain/ /then i could drink from the sky/

The voice of the thunder rolls again powerfully.

/can’t even get any silence from nature out here/ /what is the thunder trying to shout at me/ /is it a portent of fertility or wrath/ /is it trying to tell me how much time we have left before the ice packs melt/ /or an oracle of a coming son/

This time the voice is majestic.

/if we could read its oracles in the rustling leaves/ /could we find our way into the ark/ /or are we forever hopelessly lost here/ /no noah to be a prophet and warn us/ /waiting for the stars to go out and for it to begin to rain/

A crack comes so loud as if threatening to strip the forested slopes bare.

/are you hiding around here somewhere noah/ /building a boat i cannot see/ /if you are/ /do you think you could save a place on your boat for me/

Again, the thunder shatters the air with the intent to break the boughs of trees. Caul sighs.

/i wish i knew what to think/ /so that i could know the words to say/ /that would open my eyes/ /to see a boat/ /if its there/ /because im tired of all this confusion/ /being stuck between a joker and a thief/

Across the sky strikes flashes of lightening.

/but what am i really looking for/ /if i am looking for noahs boat/ /for all men who entered noahs ark knew God/ /it must then be to him i want to speak/ /God/ /i hate that word/ /what else can i call you/ /i know you by no other name/

A final peal shakes the desert that Caul beholds before his eyes.

/are you there/ /outside of me and your own being/ /creator and omnipotent/ /could i tell you all that im thinking/ /would you reveal yourself to me then/ /and tell me if what i am thinking is right/ /so that i could have some peace/ /and the knowledge that i was on a path back to life/

Wasteland Mix: Fragment 88