And when you wander into unknown places,
what fears betray you?
Walking through spaces of sadness and despair
make a soul weaker, yet is the trick of those tying
us to earthbound robes.
My friends, the secret is out, the secret is here:
It is they who fear – fear our laughter and our passing:
‘what is it you say?’ we ask, as we stroll past
their sentry guards and threshold dwellers.
Do not linger long in their armoury
or they will kit you out in
sharpest steel finery.
Leave them sneaking through bastard bog-holes,
dirty fingers for dirty nose-holes, as we stroll past
their sentry guards and threshold dwellers;
Ragged in light and gossamer dress.
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