Mormon Intersection

I am here. Can you hear me? I sit alone and ponder the roar around me. Why are you so unable to reach? I believe, but I am at a loss. Finding lovely things to say is difficult to say today. I just put a crushed rose on the page. Two hundred ravens fly over as I walk to my bus stop. It was just after I saw two Mormon Elders, or missionaries, as they are called. They came through and said that it was like Christ on the cross. It was interesting because I was just thinking about my intersection, for a period of time, with The Mormon community. They sent that my telepathy has gotten much stronger. They had me move on my way because they did not want to go back into old habits. I believe that that colony is about to go through a reckoning. Being there, I was a witness to the little girls pulling up their entire dresses in service. It was quite troubling. I told my missionaries, Whitehead, from Salt Lake City, UT, and Maki, from Phoenix, AZ, about it by text and kept the evidence on my phone. The other day, I saw a girl on a Nicollet Mall sidewalk do the same thing. I supposed that her and her mother were Mormon. If this gets out, it will destroy the whole community. If they do not have family, they will have nothing at all. Money matters will then become apparent as well. For today, I sing a bright song and wish them well down their way.