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Nov 2010
At the Master’s demise,
Disciples, so desperate for initiation;
Grinding bones into powder;
Partaking through tincture and wine.

And The Old Man, reborn in the Aether,
Calling out from across the Dreamscape,
“Have I taught you nothing?”
© Nicholas Laurent  11/29/10
Nicholas Laurent
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