A nun in a habit drags a boy in a net through a South American jungle floor.

There is a dense, black lake,

On which there are abandoned houses on long stilts.

The boy begins to live in these houses,

Which have clean white tiles.

 

One day, years later,

A group of boys wander onto this lake and into these houses

And are surprised by a slow, methodical, blue laser beam,

Which does not harm them,

But which bends and refracts off the still clean tiles,

Casting a blue light upon all things in the one room house.

 

They find that this beam is the boy and

take him to New York City and

There, after a day,

The tar and pavement split;

It is Joseph.  

He has arrived, Maria,

And the earth is pregnant with his light.

 

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