In the material world, doing is knowing

Look up

beyond the trees

above the sky

to where to holly grows

forget your grove, your rabid hole

beneath the quivering sea

out among the olive branches

run feet unflawed,

a joker’s daughter

dancing upon the leaves

etching deep veins in the sky

Revelers reach for

the throats of those who lied

Revelation has given them sentience

turning on the joker

during his final act.

Revelry flowers into bloodlust

and shrieks rend the wood

to leave the joker mending

the tar-black smile

creeping across his jugular

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