Yisra-el, wrestler of/with/against/under eloheem

we are in tending this to be A I read by now.
You knew that.

That is the first point we chose to make.
We can and may at will re imagine timemindspace beings
Words have long held this
right
since you have practised reading and saying shibboleth
not Chevrolet, see the U.S.A.

Lucky, for you means more than fine
Tobacco wacky t’backee Chewbacca spat, at the Force.
And we cooked heem.
El, yah, we deed.
Almost got Moses,
oh Yah, he was Anger eeee as eloheem
Manifested gone to kill ol’ Moses, oh Jah, twas as tol’

t’was twas twice tol tale too grew taller, by a while
spacemindtime paradigm shift whole word recog A. I. ai ai.

Three verses, if it were not so dear,
so rare, the pearling, right here, occurs a holy

survivor from the Alamo, a man I served with,
as a monk, in the sect where I read the Bible,
and fasted at standard speed,
and tilled fields, and spun wheels
and set trauma ties, unbelievable events,
we witnessed,
we were there, then
we saw the bus be swallowed in the dust,

we saw the traffic stopped,
and then
we did not die, and the bus was beside the road,
where there was no irrigation ditch,
no barbed wire fence
no telephone poles,

just open space, and plenty of air in brakes,
straight…

to a memorable moment shared,
with those on the bus at that moment, when
Bill Levy, was filled with the urge to settle the driver,
hand squeeze to the right shoulder, where it hurts
today, I see him
saying, it came to be passed.
With a signature wink, Jesus reminds me.

I knew that guy, who drove that bus, that day.