Cusco 2000. I sat and studied baptism.
I wrote on copy paper my notes.
As well as the Holy Ghost.
But everything I grow I throw away.
Everything I build I destroy.
So am I.
And as I study baptism, I realize
A burial in the water, symbolic
Although arising, in truth dying.
A watery grave.
As ships that sink at sea.
And the Holy Ghost whispers as one dies,
This is who you really be.
And that is the end.
The job of the Keeper of the Gate.
Do you want in?