[ When I Was a Faith Healer ]
I cut my teeth on the hopeless. I'd hold
their hands, ask with patience what cares
their hands, ask with patience what cares
were cursed. The devils that in amorous
colloquy made them weep openly.
colloquy made them weep openly.
They knew it was alright, and I worked
through recollection. I was a technician.
through recollection. I was a technician.
I gave them the reason, backed by a vision.
I moved on to the wicked. I was led
I moved on to the wicked. I was led
into the heavy rooms. Family members
stood at cracked doors, fingering beads
stood at cracked doors, fingering beads
and crosses. I summoned kinder forces.
My pyrotechnics were practical, flares
My pyrotechnics were practical, flares
and flint, kindling and rabble-rousing,
rending, espousing. The hell was hot,
rending, espousing. The hell was hot,
love was water. These days grew longer.
In middle age I turned to the blind eye.
In middle age I turned to the blind eye.
It was my sports car, my affair, my turn.
There was never enough money to burn.
There was never enough money to burn.
I was a physician of the Lord. It took
time to feel the word, to see demons
time to feel the word, to see demons
in the iris black as cataracts. Lay on
the hands, lay on the scalpel, no one
the hands, lay on the scalpel, no one
understands the science of spectacle.
There is no guide for the impossible.
There is no guide for the impossible.
But I'll say this, diligent student, I believe
it respectable, noble, even regal,
it respectable, noble, even regal,
to make way for the miracle.
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