Pariah, ShamanA Poem by OnomaThe only type that's slept on it...and woke up.Aureole--Manna's descent like showering wave forms. Eyes hungering upturned, cloven in rapture. Mouth slants open in a salivary click-- come the incantations...come the anatomical sway of microcosm. Intergalactic cynosure, pariah, shaman-- mangy interloper teaching wind to dance. To be sought out within the House of Aquarius, haunting its foundation that it may uphold. The roads to and fro are as anagrams that alter with the perceiver. It is the second look, of what's cross with what Is...and ever shall be--that gives rise to disorientation...deja vu. An incremental homecoming to a House of none--amiss, just out of reach--inner powers wax and wane--as our moon pulled out to sea on a road rippling white. Sundry incantations yearning for an elemental symphony. The blind nicked their eyes upon the womb--know of this, have seen magic firsthand, thus see no more. Konstantinos Mark
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