How Moses never reaches Israel!: A poem

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So, I stood on a one-tree hill

So, I stood by sheer will

Like Moses stumbling on illumination

A figuring of the configuration of divination

A fire flowing like a river

A stream of arrows from a quiver

I am at Mount Sinai

Before I can die

I hear the skies sigh

With tears in every eye

Of spirits fondling me with words

I haven’t even walked two-thirds!

Then I silently shout to the stars

Give me back all those hours

With the ones I truly love

That does not wear out like an overworn glove

And should that delivery be stilled by the grasp of evil

Then how am I wrought to my heartfelt passion kill?!

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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