I walk the halls alone
accompanied by the holy saints
numbering beyond what I can count
each has a separate tale
I’ll add mine to the book
inscribed with wisdom’s ink

only a fool can comprehend
given the source that betrays
knowledge from the beyond the pale
tapped out to those who hear
explanations they already know
a code beyond the normative

the saints ask for far too much
walking halls with their prayers
I’ll do the same in response
walking between the raindrops
I’ll shed my tears instead to share
exclaiming tales for my kind

confirmation before I go
reality that few will hear
mutterings divorced from reality
the larger span most embrace
except for those who step aside
from the paths both low and high.

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