The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -11

When I was a boy I thought I saw God with the face of a Pharaoh riding towards me at midnight in a golden chariot, pulled by horses of burning gold, they moved downward out of the deep indigo sky like a stream of smooth flowing lava, somehow my soul zoomed up to His zenith and the city of the Lord was a circuit of celestial symmetry before my eyes, and here I am as a restless man massive in megalithic flesh with bits of divine scroll on my teeth seeking to speak the strictures of individual sovereignty... J.A.B.