|August 2001 / Volume Two / Issue Two|
I saw Jesus in dream last night
A cold detailed sand painting he seemed.
He stood posed sideways on the canvas as
an Egyptian figure on a pyramid wall
and then as if by
mechanically his head
turned and faced me
A bright light beam shot from his eyes
Briefly blinded I winced
and then the beam retracted.
With robotic precision his face resumed its place
on the canvas
and all animation ceased.
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