Cast not light aspersions
on mysteries dark and deep
in subtle inept diversions
meant to lull one to sleep

Fear does bind the selfish core
which lacks the will to hear
Melodies of an infinite score
playing on in every spirit's ear

They draw a short straw
and sip their own wine
instead of imbibing
a liquor divine

Yet one taste of the rich
One velvet, blood red
shall pull up the tent pegs
and dance in the head

and swim past the clouds
of flames in the dark
and will find all the secrets
of a universal heart