Some confuse the New Moon with the Bright
but refuse their True Moon ever to consult
Some live in safely Luminous Night
and call Truth's dangerous Daylight "the Occult"
Some call their little fragments Wholeness
while fragging Memory to pure Morass
Some call their Weak Defenses their Great Soulness
while they whip poor Balaam's precious Ass
Some call their use of others "Sacrifice"
Friends are Shafts — Enemies are Staffs
Some are only nice to get The Nice
but John? he watches waits... and laughs
That Brooding Silence bought by scorning
might pray in darkness — but can't talk in the morning
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