A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the Third World
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound,
The sound,
Cattle in the marketplace,
Scatterlings and orphanages,
He looks around, around,
He sees angels in the architecture,
Spinning in infinity,
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
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