XIII
(A.)                        And if he is delusional it is that
                              he knows not what it is he talks to, he talks to
                              wind, to bushes maybe, to water when there is
                              water to talk to, though he mostly talks to
                              Sky and he calls it Lord, and it is dust and
                              ashes that plead for he is moved by Sky,
                              though M. talked to thick darkness, to a cloud
Cecil B. DeMille      of sorts, with trumpets to match for Cecil B.
                              was not so bad after all when you consider.