Unquestioned --

how do you Stand there,

ready for Submission, when

No one

around has heard You? -- What

mockery of Spirit

is this, the hoped-for Shaman

but another bloodless

impostor forcing his intellect

onto his Longing? -- We

rest, Quiet

in Our Rooms

knowing Nothing but Heat

and Moisture -- We

ache

in these Caves, Our

loved-Ones

distant and Amazed, gripping

us with

their Tense Forgiving -- We

have Climbed

a Thousand-Ladders

only to reach

the firm Base of Another

Mountain -- We must

lead

our blind Brothers

through the Mist, it

is our Obligation, we

who Set fire

to the Universe

with our Craven Desire --

We will Wait,

here at the Doors

of Heaven, guarding Entry

and Release -- We

who Give In

are Ready

to dissolve . . .

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