On the pathway,
I was the burning
Bush
That in front of the prophet
Was not consumed
When I saw
Your slender body
Boarding the car
Of my epiphany,
I wanted to eat
The Amanita muscaria
That were wearing
Your body
And access instantly
To the divine grace
Of your eucharist
But it was only a transect,
A section of the journey
Where we just meet
On the rush of traffic.
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