Any time epifiany gets organized,
it gets sterilized,
it gets paralized
proponents, canonized,
the event gets deified,
outsiders, demonized.
I proclaim,
“Move on!
run head on into other gods,
become friends with them,
then get down on your knees,
pray ‘Excuse me’ or ‘Thank you’.
Then scrutinize the next
burning bush.
Love it for what it is,
a one time sign.
Then let the flame expire.
And move on again.”