Better charm with virtue
lure the dazzled beast
into your ritual of blindness.
Some think we see the face behind the
politics of culture.
These would be the daftest of the batty.
I once assumed
the food of life is sight,
revelation steaming in a pot.
But ladles hung like rafters in my belly.
Stainless steel is useless.
From the fog
emerges madness
with a lantern in her hand.
Her eyes embolden you,
her chosen view.
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