In the dim last licks of the candy cane trick, we saw a vision of angels.
On a jetty of salt, in an ocean of soap, ten thousand angels all start to hum.
Above them the clouds become letters, spelling words to a new kind of bible.
This was your cue.
It was time for your magic.
It was time to blur the sharp edges of reality.
You are a very funny person.
You are a cat in a tree.
We are a group of firemen.
And, this is a very special kind of ladder.
