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Bells and whistles

     of witch's tassels swing

     while they cast

     bright the brass tablets,

Flashed goblets

     in the gauntlets blaze

     a fiery chalice

       -a modicum of mischief-

To walk in wonder

     or stumble through

     glory's more horrid holes

     extoles the body's sense,

A tenth of something pure

     and bits of evil

     mix sinister

     in pools of formation