so I am sat in the middle of the MESS.

and there has been mess,

a smudgey mix of bacon rolls, airbourne paint, glowing paper and broken windows; clay, candles, people, plants, and animals, mentions, shadows, and spat water, blurry eyes, chocolate wrappers, and a cranked up sound system.

And this is a part of our mess, the mess of our lives, and of our city.

See this God. See it.