the master poet
sits atop revelation hill

and watches the travelers far below
walking along the pilgrim road........
..............

new york city...the 13 year old ******* says to me

5 dollars for a  ("this")
10 dollars for a ("that")

i am a compassionate man and so a i say "sure,
and  i know of 'those hotels' but it is such a nice night
let's go make love under the stars in central park"

she starts to complain....i "shine it on!"
so off to the park we go.

i start to sense my "imagination" getting the best of me
so i, (earlier than the 'story' might have called for)
quickly say:

"and, you know, you don't have to pay me....call it a freebie.
out of my love for you"

she stops dead and stares me in the eye!
"no!....you're suppossed to pay me and it aint no freebie!"

i say....." but it was you who approached me. i didn't approach you!
i was just being mr nice guy!"

a gasp of horror!...."i'm out of here!" she says.

i start following  her........( a dangerous game, for sure)
"i'm goin home," she screams

"and  i'm goin home with you to tell youe momma what you been up to!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

etc....etc....etc.......etc

by then it was funny........picture the 2 of us racing down 63d street

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the words of the master poet
fall upon the earth as images

pointing to the god.......
but the body of the master poet

is
THE WORD OF GOD