in walked a man in the shape of a man   holding a hat-shaped hat   and he held up two fingers and said "how many fingers?"   and i said, "peace man, that's where it's at."   i said, you are what you do in order to   prevent becoming what you're busy not doing   and if you do do it truly   and you arive at it newly   then in the end you are absolved   and the problem of heaven is solved   and the man broke into a smile   like he was breaking into song   and he was broken and smiling and I was singing along   and we compleed agretely about most things   'til the sun set sweetly like it does in those paintings   the ones they hang in the hotel rooms   the ones they bolt to the walls   as if anyone would want to steal them at all   and we talked like children without breathing   until i stopped this lady as she was leaving   and i said, excuse me   but do you know what time it would be   if we were on mars?   and she held up her hand   like a crossing guard stopping the cars   and she said   five in the morning   in walked a man in the shape of a man holding a hat-shaped hat