A Secret

I find Paul at the Sandwich Shop, and he
Says I am graven into God's hand;
I shall come out like Gold.

I blow the Shofar on Trumpets
And it tastes rancid on my tongue's tip.
The eerie sound is heard around the whole world.

Jonathan sits on my sofa, and tells me of Hail Britannica,
I walk back into my room, and pray for it to be given by God;
I dream it, and say, "Let me be prophesying him, and be like Jacob!"

While writing the epic, I hear "It is a miracle!"
As my dad walks through the door and tells me a joke.
At the critical moment, I have written it.

I read Habakkuk with Isaiah and Matthew
And when about to leave, I greet a man.
His eyes grow wide, so I then see him stumble out the bookstore's door.

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