I, John, was on the isle of Crete…
Matala Beach, the cave with the
yellow hooka,
and I went native,
- it was 1969, I don't recall
- maybe if you were there
I agreed that a good paradox is eternal.

Lying, slow bellies there for? no, fore
there afore y'ken? Chew slow, its polite.

If I agree with the writings of paul,
you can fact check me, but
the point is if I agree his letters were
The Word of God, Jesus's dad, he
who abides with Jesus and me and
that family spirit and my family spirit.
And the fullness of the godhead, ******,
in the spirit, in me, too,
heart part, I think, or gut.

Yeah, this is where that makes peace,
when you swallow it.
After all these years. Shalom. Selah.