The ancestors continue to use the rain to reveal evidence buried from the radical roofing of the mental house where lives are busy making sweethearts of old matter.
They-the ancetors- know that patience cannot run out and time is on their side. Of course, they know and recall all too well what happened to the castle when Moses 'had it' with his brother.
I shall watch the cloud burn the sky to hasten the pace to the promise land
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