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At A Man's Possession; Composed The Weekend Of Thanksgiving, 2020 [Redux]
. . . there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.
---Matthew 13:50
And he answered, saying, My name is Legion:
for we are many.
---Mark 5:9
"I do not think that they will sing to me."
---T. S. Eliot, The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock
Their chatter is untoward and cacaphonic,
haunting, fearful, and utterly demonic;
but all are pieces of his shattered mind,
players performing masques that are designed
to drive him into paths much misdirected:
like glass shards in which Algol's light, reflected,
lures him, like moths to flame, into the dim
recesses of the soul's wreckage in him.
Starward
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