Frozen Intermezzo

The foolish moonlight, rising higher, just above a white neon cross. In the near darkness, shining on, off, on, and off, blinks Jesus Saves, flashing below the silhouetted church steeple. Pressed against the night’s backdrop skies, brighter than the firefly’s blink. In some pastoral field, a lone mule gallops away from the horizon line. A cutout shadow puppet of possibilities. This is what happens when you can’t tell the difference between truth and reality. Beauty speaks in a sign language louder than words. The separation of the church from the state and humanity from nature. You from me. Me from myself. The headlights glared for a quick glance at a sinister-looking thing on the roadside. Did you just see that?

If  in , then  There are too many holes here for one asshole. You'll say, Hell