The Evangalist at a Distinct Advantage

Divinity is contagious,            some sticks to me, like dust, or drugs.  It drips down, slow as love – dumb   and second-hand.   I was His favorite.  He preferred me to eternity.  But He  was painted in.  I pain not.  Nor shall I pant, or want.  I am nothing but a word.              […]