silent steps of dogs
cannot shield the lonliness of the priest
nor can mortal food
cooked by storytellers
fill his appetite
yet in this mortal illusion
lies weave with reality
to create the priest’s comfort
but as the priest contemplates
there arises the primordial feeling of helplessness
what he has ran from and to is the same
his mortal body denies itself
while satisfying a need in the lonliness of the denial.
balance swarms in his blood
but it is too late
desire has been repressed
and seperation attained
the congregation sees no difference
they are blind
but one does
it is a facade
balance the ultimate goal
is trapped within the mortal body of the priest
only insanity and separation rest inside the spiritual priest
and there is no connection between the realms of the priest
oh priest!
you seem to be