a man of few words/walked into a place of worship/and pulled four slips of paper from his pocket

on one slip was written WET/the next ASCENSION/the third STANDING/and the last MUTE

but when asked to elaborate he smiled sadly

and pointed to the small scar

over his adam’s apple

and then he silently wept/and his body attenuated/stretching till his head touched the ceiling

and when his head touched the ceiling

his bare feet became transparent

and the transparency flowed up his body

and when it reached his eyes

hewinked at the congregation

and then winked/out of existence