I know I’m right.
“That’ll be 200 dollars a day for a drug addiction.”
said the prophet cashier.
I take the altar’s wine, even though I’m sober.
Sleep’s darkness was too much
until he woke Me up in the dark.
“Now I am the light of the world
and there will be no need for lamps”
said the prophet TV.
I glanced outside and saw a lightning bug
just like Me.
I’ve seen him before.
He’s the god-fearing
prophet bishop droning: “there is no
‘gods’, they are just one!”
I let the ashes fall from My mouth to My shirt.
I press them into the fabric and they stain.
I’m in the moment.
The Tributary 