Each one told a story******** *
On the ninth night
an angel came to me in the form of the dope man.
He told a story about a score who came to buy –
the dope man wouldn’t let him in.
He makes me nervous, said the discerning dope man.
Why are you telling me this story
and why on the ninth night? I asked.
You thought there were eight nights, said the dope man angel.
One year you will light for nine.
You assumed ten energies
there are eleven.
You learned four ways of reading —
there are five
– four levels of the soul
there’s a fifth.
What kind of dope are you selling
The kind you live for, he said –
everything that issues from the mouth of God
– the kind you can’t do without.