the popes are old... the poets are old...
the psychiatrists are at best
nuances...
and the ******...
well... they always dare to sing:
sweden is by lost begotten
            primer for nostalgia spring!
i tend to... forget...
what people had... a use for...
priests for...
           unless of course... the people...
always required:
paedo-bait...
in the casual sense of:
always wanting to go... fishing!
a priestly class...
   in... an aztec society...
that... didn't fit the bill...
that couldn't perform...
  the testcile-workout of...
the "immobile" man...
   this... socially accepted...
secular / catholic...
                 i'm not actually "here":
i'm in a somewhere that's a somewhat...
in a variation of heidegger's
dasein via: there's being...
sure! i don't want to meddle
myself with direct consequence of:
a there... and... a being.
the direct connotations are
too...
        who would ever require
a priestly caste that's only
managed via a dough of scrutiny?
the cats are scrutinised
as forever lazy... forever asleep...
that they probably are...
but it's not like
a priest is a substitute for
a ******* shaman...
so! let! us! loiter!
let us! craft! a new! beer!
from crow-blood!