[Lyric] Purgatorio XXVI: 135-1448 (Rowan Ricardo Phillips)

He was gone. Like a leap

Of flame that, after having burst from the sun,
Is dragged back into the sun as though nothing,
Leaving only the seen surface of the sun.

I'd lost my way. I had no guide but a light:
The slowly approaching twilight. And I said,
"Light be this world," and I said, "World be this Light."

And slowly a bright starfield fell to the sea,
Fell all bout the one my guide had pointed out.
And he said, Rastaman. Higher man. Angel

Seven-sealed... No. But I smell some of the smoke
Of Babylon on I. Come closer. Closer.
So I-man ave some ital veneration.

I am Bob, who weep and strum and gather and
Love all tings lickle and small. Jah left I lung
And guitar to sing to everyone. All dem!
But I nah know ting bout dem but what I sing.
And I nah wan know ting. I nah wan know ting!
So when I complete I uphill trip to I

Sing some of I soul you see ere so close peeled
From I-man structure. Sing some of dread in I
So I&I don't find it so easy love Bob dead.

Then he fled as the lion that defined him.