TO GO BETWEEN
Heaven has a line which cannot be crossed,
on the other side of which is Hell. So they say
and so they tell. Here, I think it's different : the
day is square and sunny and I am sitting by a
river passing time. Cantilevered days and time
of rhyme. Somewhere up ahead, there's a contorted,
dying Jesus high up upon a cross. My friends call
it 'the gay Jesus.' Because of the look, and the New
Hope location too. It makes sense, Why writhe, when
you can ride for free? This Jesus guy - how much do
you think he really knew? Part of the father, and all
that, I guess he knew everything but had to play it
coy : that map of the east-coast USA in his head?
Yeah, but he couldn't mention a thing. He knew
it all before it even started, and before it ever
happened. Cool to be the go-between,
to go between the now and then.
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