The moonless monastery sits
cloaked in sedentary darkness
cowering in eclipsed shadows
waiting for shiest
buzzard calls, seeking
food, a scrap to suffice the fire
hunger.
An investigatory hitchhiker
silent and cold, signs formal
papers without his knowing
comes upon this buried dimension
to discover his golden morality
or his dreadful baptistery
In the never ending night
we come to the monastery for
answers in the magic crystal
or God beneath the sheets
some leave unscathed
some leave leashed
and some leave not at all.
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