Hugging the wall
As if a shadow
He sees in the dark, sure
hinted motion
converged the guards
My head tilted
toward the feet
His voice strong,
Singing, on the Fourth Way
A fakir’s timeless mantra
Return to the saint
adornments, to the homeless
land, then steal
from within
a beggars’ identity
Wonderworker
at the gates of a nation
his re-entry barred
stood calling out
God’s hundred blinded names
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