i was sitting on holy mountain tending my holy sheep when down from the skies swam a burning fish and asked me if i was asleep i shook my head quite loosely like a bag of walnut shells he kissed me quick and singed my lips i hollered like a bell i hollered till they heard me as in heaven as in hell he bade me calm, procured a balm and wished me very well i took one look on the raging seas i assessed the ocean wide i whispered a wish to the flaming fish to turn all brine to wine!
some days, i guess, i’m a little like moses. i’m a little like a holy visionary. that’s just something you might not know about me, that’s all.
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