Magic knows
No conclusion
Secrets are hidden
In the desperation
Of disillusion

Spiritual spikes
So excitedly
Are redefined
By every worldview
That has humankind

Every map
Drawn to dust
Every soul
Drawn to lust
Deciphered
To fit a spiritual need
A simple tourniquet
When the heart bleeds

In the oneness
Of the all
"Unknowing"
Faint is the light
The penal gland
Is glowing...