it was a picture of a lit candle , and as i was tumbling down a long slide , i thought of maggie singer and the candles in her office that she lights to her poor , lost babies ; poor maggie singer with her lonely cucumber that she slips condoms on and her waiting for the man that would never come back and the babies that would never be born , and something rises up outta me i dont know where it come from , it mighta been ol beelzebub hisself repossessing me but i start tugging and pulling at that mask , and with that sleepy gas pumping into my face , i got into a regular wrestle-maniac , steel-cage smack down , jacob - wrestling - with-his-own-private-angel-in-the-bible wrestling match .