How do I act upon the intent
To allow myself to slip,
Into the space where the lights relent?
Fed, the darkness grows
I follow, where the shadows go,
I trail them, by scent and intuition,
Tracking, to the source of religion
The refuge, of the forgotten, of the forbidden,
Of the internally hidden.
Cast from consciousness,
and buried deep within
Implied behind every grin,
Or in the glimmer of the eye,
Betrays the devil's sigh.
This is human.
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