Vernal CleansingI enter piously the shrine --Enshrouded, meek, in terry cloth-- To conduct rituals divine; Alone, but for a moral moth.Vernal Cleansing
The porcelain font, demurely veiled, Summons me from its tiled apse. Sabbath evenings, it’s oft regaled Me through its copious tap.
The water’s drawn, and so am I. My holy robes are swift cast off; There in perfumed water I lie, And revel in the ivory trough.
I, priestess here, anoint my flesh With sacramental salts and oils, And find myself renewed afresh, Made pure, relieved of the day’s toils. &nbs
Come to the LightMillers, I reckon, Devout as Meccans. Their desk-lamp shrine beckons, (Left, by the swarms, blurry) “Come, pilgrims, to the light.”Come to the Light
Furry-winged flurry, Why such a hurry? Why’s it that you scurry As cold reptiles slither To that snare they call light?
Hither and thither, All of a dither – Pray halt, lest you wither— For you flock to your ends As you flock to the light.
While comfort it lends, Your doom it portends. I charge you, my friends – Lest with death you wrestle, Steer clea
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I hath telekinesis.
You, on the other hand, have typical John Steinbeck.
Explain.
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I hath telekinesis.
You, on the other hand, have typical John Steinbeck.
Explain.
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"Right and wrong are not what separate us from our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views."
-Squall Leonheart
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