Reading

the Word of God injections of black ink from a foreign land a Jewish miracle factory three touches from God to become a saint I had one and that was plenty it was invisible like conception and lasts thousands of hours I leaf through the pages sightless as a mole I do not understand it but I smell the gunpowder Aramaic cows milk turned into centuries old cheese then my pensive eyes half close under lashes that frequently blink morse code to the angels I feel calm and relieved to be overlooked by the bloodthirsty ones