He
was in the corner of the room
choking
on the past like a cigarette,
...like
a trail of smoke from a jet.
Another
spiritualist with an 800 number.
A piece
of his spit hit my eye
as he
said "You have to squint.
The
difference is subtle
but
I've got a tropical tan on my
astral
body. Been bathing in light."
And though
I'd heard the tongue of god
was
quiet
he spoke
in a booming voice
about
how enlightened he was;
been
blessed by grace and all that.
He was
looking for someone
to turn
water into wine
and
if they couldn't
then
they mustn't be divine.
He found
no one who could
so he
spent the day mostly
casting
stones at sinners.
He claimed
to be a lightning rod
that
conducts messages from above.
He declared,
"With galvanized steel
and
purified grit
it takes
six earths and a sun
to make
a new heaven."
Now at
this point
I'm
a bit concerned
by all
there is
to unlearn.
"Whatever,"
I respond
"try
plugging your pointing finger
in the
power outlet slit
'cause
I don't know;
...I
guess I'm unenlightened."
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