Fabled Catechumen
Do we see the unseen
amidst the clouds of heaven
Or is it the translation wasted
as the recognition is lost
To be found in strangeness
or in license of revelation
Only dim reminders whose voice
considers only some truth
That one cannot find
in searching beyond the self
When it goes into looking's,
beyond itself and deep
Were languishments run forward
to hide in the ruins
Asking the brethren to risk
escape or delusion
Some, meeting others of the ilk
they see with eyes that see
And yet the passing of the person
is in to chambers full
Revealing kings children
are strangers unto themselves
Yearning still the obligations
of the royal priestly tribe
The fortunes still presented
are there for all to follow
Should the peace come with its price
of thirty pieces silver, save none