Now, it had happened that Penemue (one of the Watcher angels, fallen), for his own salvation’s sake, posed to Arthur a plan for each, his his salvation.
“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken Arthur. “Answer that in poems, to the sundry nations.”
“Answer that question Art, poetically and epically and ye may win for both of us our salvation,” he continued as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.
Poetry is the metaphysical language of love. It may well, Earth’s humanity, still save. only poetry, of the written forms, emotes, and evokes, sufficiently.
“For Arthur Everman’s poetry acculturates! For acculturation is but the modification, of behavior; it’s as applicable to group, as it is to individual, behavior.”
“What ten words, Arthur, do you bequeath to humanity,” in a dream asked Penemue, the fallen angel, of Art. “Answer that in poems, epic, to the nations.”
THE WINE AND CHEESE MIRACLES 