sink the seer in his own ritual
he needs a heart to sacrifice
but not his
he will find it easy to be faithful
under his own cognizance
if a Mass corset his collapsable faith
or another's confession empowers his
the vain self-seeking of all beggars
as if to shame his deluded 'betters'
because he chose an occult path to counter
the normalcy of his disgusting neighbors
because he withdrew at a time he should have advanced
because he was proud and awkward
and disdainful of an open heart
he is swamped in his ceremony
and his own blood opens portals in the air
flooding all light with its hue
and inside that protective ring of fire
the surging paralyzing awareness of all this
slaying the bogus shaman in his dream...
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