Larry’s Pragma 33
Since nobody knows what Jesus looked like,
You can make up whatever you want,
Blue-eyed, dreamy, speaker of perfect English.
I’ve been here and there and studied on it
A bit, heard my brother’s pronunciations,
And I have closed my eyes and mumbled
Drunken prayers, and I have felt something
Cold pass through me when a man expired,
And I have felt something lift from my shoulders
When there was nothing there to see,
And I have looked long at my hairy reflection
In rivers and mirrors, and thought that maybe
Just maybe Jesus looked a lot like me.
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