Sacred & Profane

you may understand
her senseless ramblings if you
open your third eye

some things washed up on
the beach so I decided
to collect them all

the silent statue
listens to your secrets but
never says a word

ambient chanting
echoes down the corridor
these halls are haunted

trapeze acrobats
walk with witches, sprites and spooks
a motley charade

magic wanderer
brings you gifts of medicine
to aid in your growth

it stirs up the crowd
to punctuate your speech by
walking through fire