again this time draws in

and those who clothe themselves

in the forces of nature but still

self invite an old treacherous heart

and do not walk among

the places which

are known especially to the grip

of greater strength

and who bow to the broken tomes

of ages long past

without knowing the blue flag

nor the cup and candle and bell

and those who never purify with water or

find the golden cleansing of a touch

from the vast and mighty voice

of fire and forgiveness but

Beckons for that power of

music and dance anyways

they have only the fear of energy

returning to them with many times

the ferocious mask it was cast out with

and that is the greatest

fear of all


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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