to his flock, wild-eyed but serene, a disciple of the wisest one:
O' Kali, O' Kaspar, O' Samiel
Upon my lips, the ring of fire and steel
And lo'
The circle, broken, once again reforms
And the snake
Eateth thy own tale
The more pain and misery I see surround about me,
the more I can but acknowledge the glory I lead and entertain...
'Ere I am, J.H.
Ere I am
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