Holy Dread (a poem)

the wise man mutters a prayer

flails his arms in the air

tells me i should not care

about the material world

he swirls in a trance

dizzily says that great things

will happen to me

if i sacrifice &

spend my life in solitude

in misty valleys of

holy dread

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